Queen Bee

April 2006 (1)

Feeling my eyes slowly begin to flutter open, my mind was pulled away from dreamland as I gently reentered a state of consciousness. Looking towards my right, my gaze fell upon my large window, a beautiful spring sunrise shining through my thin curtains. Stretching my arms above my head, a small smile pulled at the corners of my lips. It really is the little things in life that can just make your whole day. 

Trailing my eyes towards my alarm clock, I noticed it was only six in the morning. Having at least two more hours until I really needed to get my day started, I decided I was gonna treat myself to a morning bubble bath just to really set the mood for today. Happiness. Gratefulness. Contentedness. It's time to let all the bullshit go, it doesn't serve me anymore. And the only way I can do that, is just choosing everyday to focus on the positives, rather than the negatives. I've let the negatives have power over me for too long, and I'm done. It's my life, and I'm gonna enjoy it if it's the last thing I do. 

Swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress, I snatched my cellphone from off my nightstand before cheerfully making my way towards the bathroom. Tapping on the screen of my brand new slide-up phone, the entire device lit up and I was immediately hit with endless calls and texts from Zoe, which were all essentially just telling me to call her, anyway. Drawing my brows into a frown, I wondered what the hell was going on? And why the fuck she was calling me so frantically in the middle of the goddamn night? 

Clicking on her name, I leaned myself against the bathroom counter, perching my leg on the side of the other one as I patiently waited for her to pick up. "Angel! Thank god!" She almost immediately answered, her voice sounding extremely relieved to hear from me, but yet somehow still panicky. 

"Hey, what's up? You okay?" I asked with concern. 

"Yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just- Angel, you gotta come to Detroit."

"Why? What's wrong?" I quickly asked once more, my mind immediately entering the blackhole of Marshall having overdosed. "Is Marshall okay?!" 

She paused for a moment, and it almost sounded as if she was crying. Your reaction's not fuckin' helpin' me, Zoe! "Proof died last night." She croaked. 

"What?!" I screeched, feeling as my entire body was entering a state of shock. "How?! What- What the fuck happened?! What do ya mean?!" 

"I don't know, I don't have the entire story yet but-" She sniffled. "He was shot from the sounds of it, at some bar where he was playin' pool." 

"Holy fuck, Zoe! Where are you right now?! Where is everybody?! Are ya guys safe?! Where's Des?!" 

"Yeah, no, no, we're okay. Des is with Betty, we all just left the hospital and everyone was goin' back home to sleep 'cause we've been up all night, uhm, but- I think ya just really need to come and be here-" 

"No, oh my god, 'course I'm comin', Zoe! I'm just about to get in the shower right now, I'll call Charmin, see what she can do 'bout a plane, I'ma pack my shit, then I'll be outta here within the next three hours, okay?" 

"Okay." She replied thickly. 

"Okay, I love you! I'll see you soon." 

"I love you too." She cried again, just before ending the call, causing the line to go dead and a loud beeping to ensue. Quickly pulling the phone away from my ear, I hopped in the shower as fast as I could, washing every nook and cranny within record time. Jumping out just as quickly, I did exactly what I told Zoe I would do, calling Charmin while I began running around the house like a madwoman, packing anything and everything I could possibly need for the next who knows how long. Thankfully, Charmin was able to get me a plane within an hour and a half, and before I knew it I had my driver pulling up to my house and I was officially on my way to Detroit.