mine too

31.

Pierre

Tyree's house was a mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere, there was so much dirty dishes stacked in the sink, trash was littered on the floor, and some more sloppy shit.

"This is so bad, Pierre," Siah says. "We should take him out the house to get his mind off this for a little bit."

"Why, when he doesn't want to be bothered? He shut us both down."

"We have to at least try. You see how much he's hurting; I think it'll be best if we did something nice for him. This can be a day all meant for just Tyree."

I slightly tossed my head back before focusing my eyes on Josiah again. "It ain't no use, Josiah. He's not gonna want to do anything. He says that he wants to be alone, so that's what we're doing. We tried to get him out the house before countless times and he always refused."

Trust, I do hate seeing him like this, but it ain't no use when he's not going to have the energy to want to get up and do anything. I feel like Josiah doesn't understand that which is nothing wrong by the way, I just want him to know.

After my brother offed himself, I didn't want nobody to bother me for months. Every night within those couple of months, I always heard my mother cry herself to sleep. All that pushed me to take drugs so I could stop thinking about that shit.

"Pierre," Josiah says, putting his hand on my arm.

I slightly jumped when he did that.

Josiah has a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay? You kinda froze for a second."

"I'm good. What were you saying before?"

"I was saying that we should try to get Tyree out the house. Being cooped up in here is not going to help anything. I know people grieve differently, but I still think it'll be good if all three of us did something together just so he knows that he isn't alone."

Sighing, I just nod my head at Josiah. Shit, we might as well.

I went to Tyree's room where he laid on his belly in the bed. The room was dark with nothing but black curtains and the tv not being on. The only sounds are coming from the tower fan.

"TyTy, are you okay? Have you eaten anything today?" Josiah asks, being the first to step into his room. "I cleaned up a little bit for you."

"No," he mumbled. "And thanks."

His voice sounded very monotone, not having very many emotions. Josiah took a seat next to Tyree at the edge of the bed, where he pulled his head into his chest. "You have to at least eat something, Tyree. You can't be starving yourself to death."

He doesn't say nothing. The only light that is coming into this room is from the hall, so I can make out his exhausted face. I walked some more into the room to take a seat next to Siah.

"What do you say about getting out the house today with just the three of us?" Siah started. "We can go out to eat, and you can pick wherever you want us to go next."

"Yeah," I joined. "Today is going to be all about you."

"I don't feel like going anywhere. I'm good just chillin' here."

Josiah starts to lightly pull on both Tyree's hands to urge him. "Please, TyTy, I really want you to get out of this house. It's not healthy being cooped up in here, in the dark, and without wanting to hear or see nobody. It's just only for a couple hours."

He smacks his teeth at me. "Mane, I said no. I just want to be left alone."

Siah puts his head down in disappointment. "I miss you, TyTy. I really don't like seeing you like this. Can you pretty please come out with us? Then you can come back here and grieve all you want."