SOMEBODY TO LOVE

★ Damian's P.O.V. ★

... Wednesday, October 2 ,2013

"Ahhhh, Agggggh, Gaaaah...Oh God!" I coughed and slightly yelled sitting straight up in my bed. I tried to subside my cough but, I guess my body had other plans in store for me. I grabbed my small Crystal water bottle that was on my night stand along with my small bottle of pills. I took one pill,drank my water,and waited for my cough to die down. This was a daily routine for me in the early mornings and in the wee hours of the night if I didn't take my medication regularly. I took a notice that my sheets and my clothes were drenched in sweat. Again this was something else I had to get use to from now on. My alarm on my cell phone. started going off so I knew that I was going to have to get up now If I wanted to get to Westbrook High on time.

School is the only place that I can be just Damian,a perfect young dude who can pull any girl with no effort in everybody's eyes, not a sick pacient waiting to die any day now.I really hate talking about my health because it makes me mad when ever I focus on that one part of my life.The only ones who know about my illness are my parents and my day one guy Devontè "Vontè" Cozark. Vontè and me have been cool since fifth grade and that boy been there for me since day one. Everything I been going through, he been right there with me. That's like my twin from another mother because he knows me better than I know myself. My parents however look at me with disgust, they act like I don't even exist. It didn't start until I got diagnosed with the disease and since then, they can't even look me directly in the eyes. They still provide for me though. They buy me the latest shoes and clothes and just sit them in a plastic bag next to my door. That shit pisses me off because they just gave up on me. My Dad used to come to all my games just to cheer me on but, now he just doesn't care anymore. It's whatever though. I stopped fucking caring too. The only person I trust is my homie Vontè.

I got up out of bed and walked over to my closet. I already knew what I was wearing. I had my black Versace shirt,my black True Religion jeans, and my red, black, and gold Lebron's . I got my clothes and layed them on my bed while I went to the bathroom to take my shower and to take care of the rest of my hygienic needs. After about 30 minutes in the bathroom I came out the smelling fresh and clean. I walked over to my bed and got dressed quickly.As soon as I was putting on my gold chains to finish off my swagged out look, my phone started buzzing letting me know that I was getting a call. I grabbed my phone from under my pillow without even bothering to check to see who was calling. 

"Yo, Wassup?" I said trying to figure out who was calling. 

"Wassuh Bruh? How you feelin'?" Vontè asked sounding concerned. Last night we has a long practice so I came home, showered, and went straight to bed. I didn't bother taking my meds because I was way too tired. Vontè knows me like the back of his hand so, I guess he knew about that too. 

"I'm straight. Just 'bout to head out for school." I said dismissing his question and changing the subject. I really didn't feel like talkin' about my health.  

"Aite, you need me to come through and pick you up or you straight?"

"Yeah, come pick me up bruh. I ain't got time to be walking and shit." I said.

"I'm on the way then..peace."

"Aite peace." I said hanging up my phone and stuffing it in my back pocket.

I got my brush and brushed my waves to the front and put on my bulls snapback. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs.

I saw my Mama cooking some breakfast while my Dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. Who still reads the paper though? Nobody. Anyway my Mom glanced over at me and gave me her best fake smile. I knew her smile was fake because it didn't reach her eyes.She motioned for me to take a seat but, I ignored her and walked towards the front door. My father glanced up and me and put his head right back down like he wasn't interested in what he was seeing.I cursed him under my breath and left out of the house slamming the front door. I turned around and spotted Vontè pulling up in my driveway in his all black Comero. I walked over to the passenger's side and got in slamming his door. Vontè looked over at me like I was crazy. I ain't mean to slam the door besides I know how hard Vontè had to work to earn enough money to buy the car so he didn't tolerate anyone disrespecting his car. Vontè's Mama died right after she gave birth to him so all he had was his Dad. When he turned 15 his Dad left him to join the AirForce. He claimed he only left to provide more for Vontè but, niether one of us believed that shit. Since then Vontè got a job, his grandma helped him out with renting a small apartment, and by saving up he finally had enough to buy this car. That's how we can relate because both of our parents abandoned us.