Oakland

Dreams of reality

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|Israel Houston|

His hands slid down her cheek ever so gently as if showing her how much she truly meant to him. She smiled up comfortable and completely in awe. Her eyes went from low to huge in mere seconds. Her plump lips parted but nothing came out. She was choked with fear. No, choked by him. His giant hand clasped around her neck clutching tight like a kid to their parents on the first of kindergarten.

She looked in his eyes hoping the person she admired would still be there. It was too late. His eyes were glazed over and the only thing he saw was red. That "doughnut" powder he inserted into his nasal passage had taken over and there was no stopping him. Just like him, her innocence was gone all thanks to the man that she loved more than anyone.

The first man to break her heart before any other could.

I woke up covered in sweat feeling depressed. I so badly wanted to cry because this was so frustrating to me. The fucked up shit abouts is I'm paying for medicine that doesn't even work.

Slowly, I peeled back the covers and got out sliding my feet all the way over to to bathroom. Hoping into the shower, I washed my body trying to scrub the exhaustion away but that didn't work. I wrapped the towel around me and went over to the mirror to do my hair. A ponytail is all I was in the mood to do. When I walked back in my room, I threw on some joggers and a tank top before sliding my feet into my Toms and leaving. I had an appointment with my therapist and I was going to let him know that I wanted to change my medication.

"So Israel, how are you feeling?"

"Not so good, I feel weak and tired."

"Why is that?"

"My dreams, that damn medicine isn't working. Is there something stronger that I could take?"

"I'll have to look into it, but I'm sure there is."

"Good."

"Have you been writing in your notebook?"

"Yes, it's been keeping me occupied."

"When was the last time you wrote in it?"

"Two days ago."I told him running my hand through my hair and placing my leg under my thigh.

"What'd you write about?"

"Nothing really just ideas about my future."

"Which would be?"

"Me hopefully pursuing a career in my writing, opening up a youth center. Having kids, getting married, but I'm not really sure on those parts."

"Why not?"

"In today's time it's becoming a more rougher environment for a kid to grow up in the right up bringing without something damaging them and then a relationship doesn't even hold the same meaning anymore. It's like ok they're in a relationship but not a successful relationship."

"So you want to raise a family similar to yours right now?"

"Yeah, my parents, still after close to thirty years have this strong relationship and they raised us to believe that anything we wanted to do we could-postitive wise."