Jasmine POV
I put a oxycodone in my mouth and drink Pepsi to wash it down. My back was killing me. I don't know why.
I laid on my bed, and reached for my phone. I began to feel woozy. This pill ain't no joke. It takes effect immediately.
JuJu entered the room with a smile. She laid next to me and stroke my hair.
"I never thank you for adopting me. I really appreciate it." JuJu said quietly.
"Sweetheart, no need to thank me."
Paul came in and smiled. "How's my wife and daughter doing?"
"Fine." I nodded.
"Hey, I'm going to the store. You wanna come?"
"Sure." Serenity smiled and got up.
"Bubba?" Paul looked at me.
"No, Bubby." I shook my head.
"Okay. See ya." Paul said.
Once the door was shut, I seemed to sink in the bed. The pill was making me feel woozy. It was like smoking weed but in a pill form.
But it didn't stop the pain in my back. I took two more. A few minutes later, I could barely move. I feel my stomach drop and I saw two stars in my left eye.
Why did Left Eye have to die? What did she do? Tupac was the bro. Keep ya head up was my shit. Paul is a waterfall. Yep. He is. He is a cheater and liar. I want to die. I want to be cremated and spread over the ocean. I want to be a mermaid. Me and Ariel would Fuck shit up.
I grabbed the bottle of pills by me. This bottle would end all my problems. But I have two kids. I can't leave them. They are going to need their mother to teach them how to do their makeup and what outfit matches which shoes. Paul can't do that.
But I am tired of living in a drought. No one is going to miss me. Everyone hates me. So this is a good bye.
I forced myself to stand up and walked over to the bathroom. I poured the bottle into my mouth and swallowed them down.
Almost immediately my lights went out.
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Michael POV
I heard a thud upstairs on the second floor. Me and Whitney looked up and as if by a silent cue, we ran upstairs. Zayne was already by Jasmine door, knocking lightly.
"Jasmine, you there?" Zayne knocked again.
Nothing. Dead silence. We all shared a look. We open her door and ran in. Jasmine wasn't there. Her phone was on the bed but she wasn't there and Jasmine went no where without her phone. Zayne went to bathroom and screamed. We ran to where Zayne was and gasped.
Jasmine was laying on the floor, unconscious. I ran to her and pressed two fingers to her neck. A weak pulse. I told Zayne to call the hospital. Whitney went downstairs to call Paul.
I already lost my son. I refuse to lose my daughter.
"Jasmine, come on. Baby girl, can you hear me. Jasmine?" I shouted.
I turned on the cold water in the shower and grabbed the shower head. I poured some water on her. Still nothing.
A few minutes later, a paramedics came and began working on Jasmine. Whitney and I stood behind, holding each other and crying. Letty had come in along with Cherokee and Melanie. They all stared in silence.
Finally, they took my daughter.
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