In "Miles Away," a spin on "8 mile". Jimmy, faces struggles with battles, family, and living arrangements. His love interest, Trish Chanel, is the sister of Future, the battle host. Trish hangs with The Free World even though her brother and his cre...
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Lost in my own thoughts, Regina's chatter barely registered as we walked to the car. My mind was a tangled mess, suffocating under its weight.
These past days had drained me, battling the same old demons clawing at my sanity. David tried to be there, but only he truly got it. Jimmy probably sensed something off when he saw me at the shelter, shooting me that worried look. I wanted to spill everything to him, but fear kept me silent. When I suggested a chat, I didn't even know where to start. All I needed was someone to listen, but life had other plans.
I tagged along to the shelter 'cause my crew asked, not feeling it but couldn't let them think something was up. I'd tough it out solo, like always. It'll pass, eventually.
"Hey, T, you good?" Regina's voice snapped me back to reality.
I shook my head, trying to shove the mess aside as I settled in the passenger seat. "Yeah, Regina, I'm fine. Just tired as hell, couldn't get into the groove at work today." Tried to keep it casual.
She glanced at me, silent for a moment.
I let out a sigh. "Regina, seriously, I'm good. Just wiped out, alright?"
She stayed quiet, barely moving, while I avoided her gaze.
Finally, she spoke up. "Trish, I know something's up—"
My tone sharpened. "You don't know jack."
Regina fired back. "T, we go way back. I saw those fresh marks on your wrists when we were rehearsing, you can't fool me. What's really going on, Trish? You can't keep doing this to yourself."
I fell silent, feeling the lump in my throat grow.
"You didn't see a damn thing, Regina," I gritted out.
I didn't mean to get heated, but I was tired of everyone poking around. I just wanted to be left alone, and Regina needed to get that.
"Stay out of my business. Whatever's going on with me ain't your concern, okay?" My voice held onto its edge. "Just drive the damn car." Guilt gnawed at me for snapping, but it was aimed more at myself than her.
The lack of sleep, the lack of energy at work, barely eating or drinking water, and my wrists aching from last night... I didn't want to dwell on that, didn't want to admit what I did. But it all tangled together, leaving me exhausted and moodier than ever.
"Trish, how can you say it's none of my business? We've been tight since forever. I saw the marks, T. I'm worried about you," Regina's voice mixed concern, frustration, and care.
