Chapter 10: Balance

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Mad about Zimmerman being found not guilty, guess now everybody understand why I say Fuck the government and they laws.

ROC's POV

After three months of drama free living, I've never been better. My girlfriend Dia Figaro, is amazing. Being with her for a day helps me forget all about River. As Prod and Ray held their friendly fight on the street, I decided to call Dia since I won't be seeing her for two more days.

After the third ring she answered sounding out of breath, "Babe, never make me run upstairs to get my phone again!"

"Wassup ma, I'm missing you bad right now!"

She giggled, "Not as much as I miss the irregular hairline."

Oh shit, she talking about my hairline. "Don't start what you can't handle Di!"

She cackled on the other side of the phone.

"What you doing? It sounds so rowdy."

I looked at these nincompoops, "Watching an epic fail."

"Ray and Prod again?" She asked boredly.

"Yes it is."

"WE ALL KNOW PROD IS GONNA WIN. HE DOES EVERY TIME."

Since she was away I wasn't able to keep an eye on her and her alcoholic ways, so I questioned her. She better be honest.

"Dia, you good?"

An uncomfortable silence came between us, meaning she's not.

"I trusted you to go alone babe!" My mood shifted from loving to angry in a split second.

"I-I....they offered it to me, so I said yes!!" She was on the verge of crying, and dying of kidney failure.

"I'm doing everything I can to help you, but dammit you making it hard. I Love You!!! I can't lose you."

She was silently sobbing on the other line but it was still audible.

"I'm coming back tonight. I don't want to die."

"I'll be waiting."

I hung up and let the tears flow back into my sockets.

DIA's POV

I sighed as I grabbed my bottle of Everclear one of the strongest liquor ever. As I chugged it down it felt as if somebody put a lighter to my throat and began to burn me.

I didn't want this, but I needed this. To prevent myself from suicide, I needed to drink this. I'm almost close to my goal, death. Being diagnosed with kidney failure isn't enough. I need to suffer for my mistakes. Suffering isn't enough, I need to die.

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