Happy Thanksgiving y'all! Hope you'll enjoyed and excuse the mistakes❤️
Polo.
"Shit Boss, I'm sorry. I just... man."
"It's cool Black, I think he gon' be good. The doctors said they revived him but he was bleeding alot n shit." I said passing him the blunt. He let out a breath.
"Man, imma have to apologize to him man. I hope he be good because if he don't, I'll feel bad forever."
"I'a let you know wassup. I'm finna head back up there right now. Calm down man, be cool." I dapped him up then got in my car. I'm sure by the time I get there, they'd know whether he good or not.
I leaned my head against my steering wheel and said a quick prayer. I know he gon' be good, I just know.
Parking in a parking spot, I let out a deep breath and walked in the hospital, going straight to the waiting room. When I got there, I seen Tim consoling Unique.
"What happen? What's going on?"
"He died man, he gone."
I shut my eyes tight and punched the wall.
"FUCK!"
Unique.
"H-he didn't make it."
Those words alone made my heart stop. I did nothing but drop back in my seat and cried. I cried like I never did before. My bestfriend, my baby, my Pookie, gone.
And yet I couldn't wrap my mind around it. I couldn't figure out why it had to be him. My head was spinning, I felt so dizzy and I didn't wanna believe it.
"Why why why why why?! THIS CANNOT HAPPEN! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OKAY!" I yelled, unable to control myself.
My heart felt so shattered. Like it had been ripped out my chest, stepped on and broken into a million pieces. My world came crashing down in a matter of seconds and all I could do was cry. I couldn't even fight my emotions and feelings. I needed him, I needed my Pookie.
*
"Baby, I am so sorry. Oh my gosh, I am sorry." My Mama said as soon as she stepped foot in the door. I ran into her arms like a little girl and cried on her shoulder.
She held me tightly and walked us towards the couch. Her hand felt so soft rubbing my back and she sang in my ear one of my favorite gospel songs from when I was a little girl.
"This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine.."
That alone made me cry more. That's all I did ever since last week when we found out the news. The worst part was going to KJ's house and having to pack his belongings. I couldn't even think straight just thinking about all the memories we had in that apartment. I read our text messages and looked at all our pictures together and just broke down.
What I thought about the most was the last thing we said to each other and it wasn't 'I love you' or anything, it was an argument. Over something stupid and petty as hell. We didn't get to apologize or anything.
"It's going to be okay, I promise you. God makes no mistakes." My Mama said, rocking me back and forth. I wanted to stay like that forever.
After hours of me just crying in her arms, I finally got myself together.
"Are you okay baby?"
"I'll be fine." I mumbled, trying to move on. "How was your vacation?"
