Janet's POV
Same day
"What time soon, Kamya? Seven o'clock?"
"Janet no. You know what I mean."
"You were just downstairs turnt with your girls. Now it's this? Talk to me baby girl. What's going on?" I ask, sitting us down on the foot of my bed.
"I just can't shake this feeling of me you know what-ing soon. Something keeps telling me I am. I want it to stop, Goldie. It's tiring." She says, staring at me.
"Where's this coming from? Kamya, please honey. I need you to talk to me."
"If I tell you this, you gotta keep it between us." My face twists in confusion, I've NEVER told her business. Where's this coming from?
"When have I ever?"
"Janet just...please," I nod my head, silently giving her my word, "ok, it a lady voice in my head saying my time is soon. Telling me to join my brother nem. I'm scared. Every where I go nowadays, I panic. I'm scared to go to work. I'm terrified that one day imma go home and Byron gone come kill me...I'm genuinely scared bae." She breaks down, crying harder than when I left earlier. I maneuver my body so that I am able to wrap my arms around her waist.
"Hey, calm down baby girl. You gone be alright. Shhhh," I rub her back softly "Mya, does this voice make you want to harm yourself?"
"Yes! I want it to stop. I just want it to stop. Everything be goin' good then I hear a lady say 'Your time soon' or some shit, out the blue and it ruins my whole mood. It's scary."
From the outside looking in, Kamya looks like a normal, pretty young woman. But for me, my girlfriend looks deranged, tired, frustrated, everything just balled into one. I wish she would've listened to me when I told her to go see a therapist. Hard head makes a soft ass. Why didn't she listen? I watch as she stands up and begins pacing. I stand up by her, carefully monitoring her every move...
"Mya...what kind of harm?"
"I want to D.I.E just lay down and never get up. Janet this is fucking torture! You don't hear this lady talking? She keeps telling me to jump from this window. I'm about to do it." She attempts to move past me but I push her forcefully to the bed
"SIT DOWN!" I yell. Grabbing my phone, I call Jada and tell her to come upstairs and bring Mimi. In no time, the two of them were up stairs
"Leshae, what's wrong?" Jada asks as they barge in
"Death. I'm dying soon." She says a little to confidently for everyone's liking. This must've triggered something in Mimi because she broke down
"Mya don't say that! Don't fucking say that!"
"They keep telling me I'm gone die!" Mimi pauses and looks at Kamya, then turns around to face Jada and I
"Can y'all give us a second?" The two of us bid, leaving out the room
Kamya's POV
"Sister, look at me." Tamia demands but I keep my head down
"KAMYA! LOOK AT ME!" She yells at me and lifts my head.
"What?"
"Kamya, you're not ok. Can you please tell me what's been going on?"
"Mimi you don't give a damn for real. You just don't want me dead."
"You're my big sister! Literally my second mom. You're a fuckin lie if you say I don't give a damn. I've been fucked up Mya."
"You? YOU been fucked up?! There's a voice in my head telling me that I'm about to die."
