La' Darien Torrey Edwards
I heard the heavy metal door open and slam shut, then a familiar voice yell.
"Wait! Please don't do it Dee." That voice yelled. I sat on the edge of the apartment's roof contemplating the ultimate demise if I moved a certain way.
"Baby girl, I'm not going anywhere I'm just thinking." I told her. The wind blew a bit, almost blew my hat off.
"Then why are you up here babe. Why are you sitting on the fucking roof?" She again yelled.
"Skye, I'm just tired okay. I have nothing going on in my life, but look at you. You're happy with this guy that doesn't appreciate you like I do. You have everything going on for you. I'm nothing but a burden." I sighed. Eventually a big spot light was put on me. Looks like I'm going to be on the morning news. Lot of people below gathered around seeing what's going on as fire trucks, ambulances , and police came through.
"La'Darien please." She pleaded.
"We didn't talk for three years. You promised that we would always stay in touch, but you didn't. You left me on read so many times. Weeks on end, and not once have you returned any of them. You knew you are my rock, and the only person I fully opened up too. You're all I even think about and talk about. I bet you covered up our matching tattoos. So other guys or girls wouldn't question why you have someone's first initials on you." I said looking back at her. "You left when I meant fully with all my heart and soul that I love you. You knew that only one other person I truly said those words to, broke my heart into pieces, and you did what they did too."
"La'Darien can we please talk about this with you, not on the edge. I don't want to lose you, you're my best friend." Just hearing that, I knew that is what I will forever be to her. A best friend. "Please, just come over here, I'm begging you."
She moved closer towards me. Everything in my life flashed before my eyes. Everything I've been through, everything that I've seen and heard, flooded my mind. I see the 'white light' people see when they are dying, I guess. My future doesn't consist of Skye in it.
I worked hard to get in this position in life. My parents kicked me out when I was old enough. Forcing myself to work twice as hard to just have the bare minimum. Countless hours of going to work to be in the stable and healthy position I'm in. Smoked an unhealthy amount of nicotine and a very stoner healthy amount of weed. Hearing my father calling me son on up until they just forced me to be on my own. My only light in all of that madness is Skye. She listened to me through the late nights, early mornings. My drunken state, my sober state, my mental breakdowns, she was there. But three years without my rock, my light in my darkest moments, she wasn't there.
Looking back at her I see the LD tattoo on her hip. She didn't cover it up. That gave me hope I guess. Getting up from the ledge, I walked over to her. She held her arms out for me as I fell down to my knees and held her. My arms wrapped around her lower body as I closed my eyes. Then I felt a sharp pinch like a needle and a burning sensation that came along with it.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do it." I looked up seeing a syringe in her hand.
I placed my hand on my neck where she injected me at, "Skye, wh..." then things went black after that.
— A Few Months Later
I can't forget what Skye did to me. That night plays over and over in my head like a record on repeat. I felt betrayed by her, and this place she sent me to is just for my own punishment. I'm tired of being drugged up just so I won't have an episode on the staff again. My depression flares up a lot, then my anger comes along with it. My so called best friend doesn't even come up to visit. As far as I know, my lease on the apartment is broken, but they won't put that on my record or whatever people look at. They understood my situation, and didn't hold that against me. The person that owns the apartment, opened that building to help people, and she did a great job tending to all her tenants.
"Come on Edwards, time to take you meds." I didn't like this guy what so ever. He thinks everyone in here is crazy, which isn't a lie.
With my buddy down below, they gave me a special area along with a few other people with the same condition as me. Weird that I thought I wouldn't find another person that was born with the same thing like me. They aren't completely bad, except one. He as this person goes by is more of the violent type. I just keep my distance, and stay to myself. There is no need to make friends with some of these people.
As I took my meds, I have to prove that I swallowed them. The normal open procedure of opening my mouth and moving my tongue around so that I won't be hiding any pills under my tongue or gums. I have on a pair of grey sweats, and a red shirt with my name on it.
"Luckily for you today Edwards, you get to go out to be around the other people." I just nodded my head, and followed him to a bigger room.
I didn't like being around all these people as I had to smack on person for them touching my hair. Regardless of being here, there is one nurse that likes to keep my hair healthy. In a way, I do work for some of the luxury stuff here like better soap, hair products, notebooks, and other books. It kept me busy, and kept my mind off Skye as I lost interest in something that wouldn't really become anything.
"What are you in here for?" A female voice asked me. She broke me out of my train of thought of how much I am disappointed in Skye. I looked back at her, and man she is too beautiful to be in here, but I can't judge a book by its cover. Even the beautiful people have mental problems too.
"Attempted to jump off a roof. My so called best friend basically convinced me to get off the edge, and now I'm here. Unwillingly." I said, putting a lot of emphasis unwillingly.
"I think I remember that on the news. Aren't you that person?" now becoming uninterested in this conversation.
"Mhm." I hummed in a dismissive tone. "Sorry if I do come off mean."
"It's okay, I feel like you're not the type of person to talk huh?" she asked me. "I'm Juliana"
"La'Darien, but I do go by Dee." I said.
