Nothing But A Tragedy

Chap. 27: The Tragedy Ends

Niyah
January 5, 2016 (Next Day; Early Morning)

I walked into Brandon's room, shortly after hearing the door on the other side open and close. It was quiet so I assumed someone left, and Brandon and I were alone.

He wasn't sleeping because I heard no snoring, so I sat on the bed near his waist. "So that's your new girlfriend?"

Brandon opened his eyes, and looked up and smiled, thinking this was a game, as usual. "Well damn, I'm happy to see you too baby. Come here." I didn't budge staying right where I was, glaring at him. "Niyah you just got out of jail, I just got out of my unconsciousness, we should be loving each other right now."

"Maybe your girlfriend Sel can love you, not me though, I'm just a baby mama."

"What are you talking about Niyah? I'm deadass confused."

"Selangie said she was your girlfriend to the paramedics, that's true?"

"She said that?" He genuinely looked confused. "I don't know why she would say that, she ain't nothin but a friend and I've told her that multiple times. You know she's been trying to be with me, and I turn down every chance."

I looked at Brandon and he looked sincere, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "She said she was your girlfriend with ease, she could've said sister, cousin, anything.. but she said girlfriend, Brandon."

"On everything Niyah I didn't lead her on, I never once insinuated that I wanted to be with her. Her crazy ass got some explaining to do." He said and sat up a little.

"I can explain."

...What the hell? There was a voice coming from the bed next to us, but the curtain was pulled. I knew it was that bitch Selangie regardless, and fact that she's been in this room the whole time creeps me tf out.

She pulled back the curtain and walked out. "Brandon I think it's time for the truth!"

"What truth? I been telling you the truth for months. You're nothing to me but my friend who helped my fiancée get out of jail!"

She smiled and walked over to me and got in my face. "I don't know if I should be mad at him for lying right now, or you because he loves you.. so fucking much! He should me loving me! I deserve Brandon!" She reached out and started to choke me, I tried prying her hands off of me, and this girl was small, but she was hella strong.

Somehow Brandon came over and got her off of me, me trying to catch my breath as much as I can. "You okay baby?" He opened the door and called for a nurse.

I looked up at Brandon as he returned, "You good?" He asked, I nodded still trying to catch my breath, seeing Selangie staring at us with pure hatred in her eyes. She reached in her bag, and pulled out a knife automatically coming towards us. "Brandon move!"

"Aye, stop!" She averted her attention to the nurse and stabbed her. I pushed her with all the power inside of me away, while Brandon called for more help. "Help me please!" The nurse was on the floor crying for help, but I couldn't take my eyes off Selangie. Her crazy ass really just tried to kill me!

"Come on bitch you wanna fight?! Fight me then!" She tied up her hair and got in a stance. "They say pretty girls shouldn't fight but somebody getting a fucked up face today."

I laughed and put my hair in a bun. "And it won't be me." I charged for her and grabbed her ponytail, wrapping it around my hand and dragging her down to the floor. I started punching her and talking shit in the process, until I felt someone pulling at me. I didn't care, I kept going.

"Mi hija parate!" I stopped punching once I heard my dad's voice, then turned around. "Don't make your mother's death a reason for you to be lashing out like this." He looked concerned, and he was right.

I try to do anything to get my mother off my mind, and Selangie trying me pushed my anger to its limits. I still wanted to beat her ass though, simply because I hate the girl. She laid on the floor looking at me, but didn't stand to try me.

The cops walked in and asked for the perpetrator. Brandon pointed Selangie out, and they picked her up and read her her rights; but I'm sure she wasn't taking in any of this in, she looked out of it. "You're fucking foul Brandon, I do all this for you! And you can't see that I'm making so many sacrifices for you! I tried to kill Niyah so we could be together."

"Did I just hear a confession to attempted murder or I'm buggin?" I asked, all the officer did was push her out of the door. "Y'all heard it right?" My father smiled and rubbed my back, "I'm glad you and your sarcasm are back."

I smiled and hugged him, glad that this craziness seemed settled.

Well, for now it was.

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June 25, 2016

Coming to the final pages in this journal, and seeing all of the obstacles I've overcome, I'm more than happy with everything. My life has been nothing but hell, and the last two years have been the icing on the cake. Being sent to one of the worst prisons in the US for a crime I didn't commit, having my mother killed, then my fiancé shot, and going through another trial for my attempted murder, then the murder of my mother, it was almost like the shit would never stop.

I still have nightmares about Rikers often, my personal experience wasn't that horrible, but I've seen some shit. I saw girls getting murdered and gang raped, and being around that all day affects you. Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy... besides Selangie, she deserves it for trying to kill me. That place is made for bitches like her.

I have nightmares about the court shooting, and my mother dying, the image of her dead body in my arms I see at least once a day. When she was alive I could've sworn that if she was dead I wouldn't care, and experiencing the shit.. I was wrong.

I miss her so much, her telling me to be forgiving... not the part about me being a hoe though. She had her bad moments, but it was her overload of work and stress getting to her. She's truly in a better place; this world was too much for her, and I wish her nothing but the best.

The same for Brandon, and our children. No Brandon and I aren't broken up, this is my forever and a day, I would never give him up. Brandon tries to avoid girls all together from the shit he's experienced, and is focused on school and basketball. We both decided that we should transfer to Villanova after everything went down in New York, and it was the best decision of our lives. Nova won the NCAA Championship for basketball this May and this leads Brandon one step closer to the NBA. The nursing program here is great as well, and even though writing is my passion, I'm a great nursing student and will be more stable with a nursing job.

You might be wondering about Gia and Chresanto, and they've decided to stay with one another and Chres has decided that he wants to be faithful now. I'm happy for Gia, Chres makes her so happy and he's finally decided to step up and stop being an asshole.

My father moved back to Georgia with his family, and we talk occasionally and meet up on holidays just to keep in touch and keep up with the kids. My mother's death definitely took a tole on him, and he knew his sisters would be able to keep him sober, better than me or Gia could.

Everyone kind of moved onto their own stages in life, and it's kind of relieving that I only have to focus on my twins, their dad, and school. Everything is starting to fall into place, and I feel that my life is starting to come together.. it almost seems perfect.

I hope this lasts forever, but knowing me something is bound to happen.

I pray to God it won't, and that my life is no longer nothing but a tragedy, and everything but perfection.

THE END