Wednesday...
Star's P.O.V
I laughed to myself as I watched my blood drip onto the bathroom floor.
"There once was a princess who lived in a castle who wanted nothing but to be free. Who she thought would be her Prince charming turned into an idiot"I say to myself
I watched as another one of my open wounds bled tremendously.
I opened my small bottle of anxiety pills and poured them into the toilet, flushing them.
"Bye bye"I say
I threw the small empty bottle into the trash. I cleaned up the blood and left the bathroom.
"Ahhh"I say, falling back onto my bed
Roses are red 🌹
Violets are blue 💙.
He's for me 👫.
Not for you 🙅.
And if by chance you take my place 💏.
I'll take my fist and smash your face 👊😤.
I continue to play with the blade as it lightly scraped my skin.
"There's always a time to kill and a time to love. Right now, it's a fight for the prey. Predator vs. Predator"I say to myself
My blood soaked up the carpet. I laughed as I continued to watch my wounds bleed.
He's playing ball and I'm hurting myself...this is a fatal attraction.
No not that.
This is war.
Zach's P.O.V
I sat on the bench, watching my teammates attempt to make 3's.
This game against the Rockets is not gonna be easy.
James Harden is a damn beast.
And I thought KG was scary.
Glenn sat next to me as we watched Myra steal the ball and take it all the way to our hoop, making the layup.
The others guys cheered as I remained seated.
When depression takes over 😒.
"Zach, sub in for Ricky (Rubio/PG)"coach says
I nod and start to undress from my warm ups. I walked over to the commentary table. I told them who I was subbing in for and wiped my feet on the mat.
I sat down in front of the commentary table and waited for the ref to blow the whistle.
*****
I ran down to our hoop, giving KG the sign to move into the paint.
I gave him an alley oop and he dunked it in.
I ran backwards to the Rockets hoop, fist bumping KG on the way. I began to defend the player I was assigned to.
James shot a 3, making the basket swish.
Ugh!
KG got the rebound and threw it back in, to me. I ran down to our hoop dribbling. Myra was wide open, but I threw it to Glenn.
He went for the outside 2 and made it.
We ran back to the other hoop. The ref blew the whistle for the 20 second timeout that the Rockets called for.
"Zach, why didn't you throw it to me? I was wide open"Myra says
I ignored her and went to listen to the play coach was giving.
"Give the pick to Myra, Zach"he says
I nodded slowly and glared at Myra.
"Alright guys, lets go"KG says
The 5 that were on the court before the timeout, went back on the court. I looked up at the clock.
3 minutes left til the half.
Good.
I put my mouth piece back into my mouth and went back on the court.
Star's P.O.V
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did I'd Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
Yea, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape
Worried 'bout if my butt fake
Worry 'bout ya'll niggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut one, hut two, big titties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
Dez hoes couldn't test me even if they name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck wit', mad bitches we don't fuck wit'
I don't fuck wit' them chickens unless they last name is cut let
Let it soak in like seasoning
And tell them bitches, blow me, Lance Stephenson.
I sat on the floor,listening to Only by Chris Brown ft. Drake, Nicki Minaj and Lil Wayne.
My open wounds were beginning to clog up.
We call this a blood clot.
I leaned up against the foot of my bed. I pretended to act like AJ from WWE.
I played with my hair and laughed to myself.
Within the hours that I've locked myself in my room, I painted my nails black. I played around with my curling iron and dressed up in my skater dress. My white vans to go along with it.
I played Piano Tiles on my iphone as I laid on my stomach and swung my feet around.
I had on my bracelet that said Faith on it.
(Outfit in media.)
I skipped around in my room. I laid on the floor and giggled to myself.
Then things started to get more serious when I went into my parents room.
I went into their closet and found the shoebox with the gun in it.
I pretended to be a spy on the way back to my room.
"Freeze"I say, holding the gun up to the vase in the hall
I giggle and skip back to my room. I lay on my bed and examine the gun a bit more.
Anxiety and guns don't mix well at all.
Myra's P.O.V
I seriously didn't mean for this to happen.
Of course I didn't care at that very moment, but I didn't mean for the people to take it literal.
I was just having fun.
Too much fun huh?
"Zach I said I was sorry"I say, following him into the locker room after the game
"Myra, it's over with"he says
No it's not.
"Zach just listen to me"I say, grabbing onto his arm
I felt electricity shoot through me just now.
"I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry. Sincerely..."I say
I wait for his response.
"My girlfriend has anxiety and anger issues. I could only imagine what she's doing right now"he says
I felt tears at the brim of my eyes.
"I'm sorry"I say
"Its too late now. You may have ruined something that was special"he says
He pulls his arm from my grip. I sighed, which only caused my tears to come out.
I stood in the hallway alone as the rest of the team went into the locker room.
I'm sorry...everybody makes mistakes...but mine was a huge one.
