Mo pov---
Suicide, suicide, suicide. Do it Mo just do it! No one cares or likes you. If they did they would never play you! Do it Mo do it for peace. Your mom won't care she doesn't like you. DO IT MO DO IT!!!!!!
Me: I will
I ran out the gym to ny house. I ran to my room. I grabbed a bottle of alcohol and cigerettes. I got to my room and drank the hole bottle. I smoked two cigeretts. I took 7 advils. I felt dizzy which meant the stuff was kicking in.... Maybe I didn't drink enough or maybe I need more pills. Oh well. I heard a knock on the door. I tumbled and wobbled down the steps to the door. I leaned on the wall for support knocking over photos of me and my mom. I opened the door and saw Lola, and the boys.
Lola: Mo where have you been? And why are you at your house? You should be at mine?
Me: shhh hahaha* burps* I n-e-eded to get shomethring. I will be there in a fewww hours hahaha.
Lola: Mo your breath is kick'n! Are you drunk?!
Me: whhaaattt noooo
Lola walked me to the couch. I laid down and she covered me in blankets.
Lola: your lucky I love you.
Me: I love you too momma.
Lola: oh my
She giggled and laid next to me.
Lola: please stop this before just hurt yourself
My head started hurting so I just rested it.
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Dancer
FanfictionYoung and a mom. All Monica wanted was to be a back ground dancer for her favorite group... Until life got the best of her... And then came Myles Brown.
