I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completel...
We pulled up at a house and went inside. It was decent and out of the hood. I laid on the couch and tried to fall asleep.
"You don't have to sleep on the couch." Rakim said.
"Don't talk to me. Goodnight." I turned my back on him.
He walked away and came back with a blanket and put it on me. I threw it off. "I don't want your shit, Rakim! Leave me alone!"
I heard him sigh and leave with the blankets.
• June 9, Tuesday • • 9:47 a.m •
I woke up to the sound of Rakim walking past the couch into the kitchen.
"Good morning!" He said.
I rolled my eyes and stretched.
"Everything you need to freshen up is in the bathroom down the hall to the right." He pointed down the hall.
I walked to the bathroom and did my business. After I was done I sat on the couch and starred at the wall.
"I think the clothes I left in the bathroom look nice on you." He took out a pan and butter.
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I shrugged and bit the inside of my cheek.
"You hungry? What do you wanna eat?"
I shook my head no.
"You have to eat something. I'll make fix you a hot pocket if you don't want waffles or whatever."
I shook my head no again. He sighed out of frustration and opened the fridge.
"Here's a bottle of water. It hasn't been opened yet so you're safe. I ain't do anything to it." He shoved it in my hand and went back to his room.
I swung my legs back and forth and opened the bottle of water, inspected it and drank it. Just a typical bottle of deer park water. After an hour of starring at the wall it started starring back at me. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'm so bored. Rakim came back to the kitchen and fixed his breakfast. He ate his food next to me on the couch.
"You want some?" He asked.
I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
"Can you please talk to me?"
"What is there to say?" I asked.
"That's the most you said to me in a while." He whined. "Why?"
"Why? You testin' me asking a question like that."
"I'm genuinely confused."
"You fucking idiot! What did we talk about in the car!?" I shouted.
"Yo! Calm that shit down!" He yelled. "I asked nicely! You don't need to be yelling you ratchet bitch!"
"Ratchet!? The hoes you fuck with ain't ratchet either?" I yelled back as I threw a pillow at him.
"You need to calm the fuck down!"
"I'm good! You just trying me!" I put my hand on my forehead and took deep breaths. "Whatever, stop talking to me and finish your food."
He got up and sat in the kitchen. I took a sip of water and went back to starring at the wall.
"Do you need anything?" He asked.
"No." I said sternly.
He set a plate of ranch and celery on the dinning table. "Your welcome."
When he left I ate the sticks of celery with ranch and gulped down a bottle of water.
