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"Home"-Setty

A/n: bro my slow ass proof read but didn't correct bc I thought I posted this... ngl I'm not doing it again bc this is a long one in my opinion but it'll be ightttt🤭 it's literally 2k+ words w/o the a/n like wowww I went crazy.

"I'm my moods I been loosin my cool

And if I lose you, I don't know what I'll do like"

-Loosin Control (pt.2 Kenzo Balla)

⚠️Mentions of depression and s3u!c!d3 attempts are present

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>>Setty POV

"Has y/n texted any of you you lately?" I ask the guys exhaling the smoke from my blunt.

"Nah, that's your girl tho why would she talk to us instead of you?" Dougz mugs me.

"Yea that shits weird ngl" Blu adds.

"I jus haven't heard much from he lately, ion know if she's mad with me or whatever" I say sighing, trying to release some tension

"She's jus been really dry with me lately and ion know why." I stressed. "You think she has another nigga?" As ask the guys before taking a long hit, coughing from all the smoke filling my lungs.

"Nah you need to chill, she's good off these other niggas" Blu says fixing his face into a mug.

"You must not remember having to force her into parties, she don't even like going out like that." Dougz laughs, hittin me like shits funny.

"What do you think the problem is?" I ask now confused.

"She's probably goin though some shit, I know we all distance ourselves when we're on that." Blu says while motioning at me to pass the blunt, so I do.

"She ain't like that tho, she always seems so happy-"

"Nigga you only know what she shows" Blu explains while muggin me.

"You only knew her for what? A few months? She seems mad reserved too, there's prolly mad shit youn' even know bout her" Blu tells me.

"This shit givin you wisdom, huh?" I say while laugin at my own joke.

"If that's how you're gonna take it" Blu says, cracking a smile.

"You should call her, show her you're not about to let ts go" Dougz says, motioning towards my phone.

"Ion even know what to say-" I respond.

"We'll be right here, jus talk to her" He says, pressing the ft call before I could say anything.

"What the fuck-" I begin to mug him before he shushes me like this nigga is a teacher.

"Jus wait for her to pick up" he says, laying back and positing the phone.

>>Y/n POV

Mad people have been trying to talk to me lately, but I'm just not feelin it. I'm not feelin anyone anymore. Ion know what's goin on rn, but ain't shit helping me rn, not even the weed. I feel bad for not responding to anyone, but I've only had the energy to respond to Set, even though I've been mad dry. I'd like to think he didn't notice, but I know he notices everything.

"I'm tired of feelin like shit everyday, ts gets mad exhausting" I say while walking to the bathroom.

Looking at my reflection, my eyes are mad red. Prolly from crying but I'm sure being faded 24/7 has something to do with it. Looking at the counter, I see some pills I took out yesterday when I was just... too tired.