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𝙅𝘼𝙔𝙑𝙉𝙉 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀. ¥
"messiah, bring yo' little behind here already." i said, watching as messiah ran all around my apartment.
this the first time ive had him over my crib, but rae dropped him off without much of an issue.
but he seemed like he was once again stressed out.
which didnt make anything better with the fact he still hasnt really left my mind, like at all really, no matter how much i tried to push him out, i couldnt.
ive been having this unbearable feeling in my chest whenever i thought about.
my chest starts feeling like heavy weights are being pressed on it.
had been since that night.
i just cant stop thinking about it. i tried, trust me. but i cant.
he dropped messiah off looking the same way he did then, and now its really fucking with me. like fuck the mug he usually has on, he just looked beyond restless. so defeated.
makes me remember the first time ive seen him that way.
the first time was when i seen at quincy's crib, and he had that cub in his hand his eyes were red as fuck.
but i didnt really think it was anything serious then. i just thought nigga had too much to smoke and drink.
but like i said, he looked dead, just like this time, and a couple days ago.
and so i realized, he aint okay. like at all.
so, ive been tryna help him out, but like i said he a closed off type of person, so he wasnt really with it.
but he's not getting better, so i thought why not have messiah help me.
he was actually the one to suggest we make him something for him. like a drawing or sum shit.
prolly even get him some food.
hopefully doing all this will at least make the nigga irritated enough that he forgets about whatever's been on his mind.
"i here, i here." messiah said as he ran towards me.
"you ready to draw sum for yo' daddy?" i asked him.
