JAHSEH POV
Time: 7:42am
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping at my window. I decided to do some workout when my phone chimed
Liyah🕷: Good Morning Jah!
Liyah🕷: Hope you're okay x!
Liyah🕷: I cant wait to see you today.
Dont forget its 1pm at Forest hills Park.
She know how to make a nigga smile damn!
After i got done grooming and all that shit, i went downstairs and already found ski all up in my fridge..the fuck is wrong with this nigga?
"Mannn what yo fat ass doing up in my fridge bro?"
"I was hungry damn bitch cant a nigga eat up here?"
"fuck outta here bro"
We looked at each other and laughed.
Background Story.
I was 13 when the weirdest shit started happening to me. I felt like my mind was talking back at me..you know that voice in your head that responds to you? Yea but i had 2 people inside my head. It was weird.
"Hello. We are your subconscious.
Don't be afraid..im yours and yours alone. We the projection and you the projector. We are always supreme"
Those words are etched on my head.
I remember it was my 12th birthday and everyone was singing the happy birthday song and at tbe time i was with my uncle Kendrick. He was so funny and cool. He and I were the best of friends! When everyone left and it was my mom and I, i went to the balcony and saw something..or someone.
I saw a man dangling from his neck. It was him.
It was my uncle. I saw his long brown dreads still in a bun just like he always did. He was wearing an Adidas black hoodie and sweats with some shoes.
I didn't scream or yell or wail..it felt off.
I remember going to my mom and saying,
"He's hanging" i remember how confused and when she went outside, i heard her scream and i broke down on the floor. How could he leave me like that?
Kendrick Bashar Laguda Milne,
Death by suicidal hanging.
Time captured: 11:45pm
Date: 23 January, 2012.
The funeral was brief and simple. I couldn't feel any thing but numbness. I didn't know how to feel..at all.
(((V1 is for voice 1 and 2 for voice 2 ya zimmie?)))
V1: He really gone huh? Maybe its your fault Jah.
V2: nah its not its God's.
They couldn't stop talking..they still don't. I named the one who's always horny but peaceful, Ricardo and this fuck ass bitch, Dwayne.
Dwayne: yea fucking right.
End of background story
"You text her yet?" Stokeley said eating my left over chops
"Yea she want us to link"
"Damn you like her?" I watched as his eyebrows raised
"What? Nah i don't like her" I said clearly lying.
"Liyah is really good company. She fun to talk to and yea maybe i do like her but its too soon ion wanna get hurt like the way.." i stopped in my tracks..
Ricardo/Dwayne: The way Geneva Ayala hurt you...or us..what the fuck?
"Aye vro she cool man just take your time don't rush into it..i aint gon lie bruh she mad cute she can't do that"
"Looks can deceive bruh" i said making cereal on the island of the kitchen.
"Shit! Jah i gotta go. Juice just hit me up he wanna link up"
YOU ARE READING
Honey Eyes || Jahseh Onfroy.
Teen Fiction"you have honey eyes!" Story about two people dealing with mental health problems and meet each other and both try to get better together💐.
