In Her World(Urban)

Rip Jalil

After Jasmines funeral , i went to the hospital to check on Keabran. Nothing has changed for the better. It seems as if he is still the same. I just hopes my baby boy makes it out. I appreciate how Jeremy has been by my side the whole time. It doesn't feel like we're still teenagers . We got the taste of adulthood way too soon. But i have no regrets but if i could do it again i would .

I was watching tv when the doorbell rung. Jeremy is in the shower, Jasmine is dead , Kandré went to New Orleans , Jalil is dead , and my momma is at the hospital so who could this be?

I walk to the window and look out. I see no one.

I hear the knocking again , i still see no one. I walk too the back door and there was no one.

I still hear the knocking . "Nymie Nymie you cant find me. Nymie Nymie come and find me." I hear voices chant with laughter.

I look all around the house and i see no one. I walk in the bathroom and Jeremy is still showering.

"Jeremy..." i say. It looks as if its someone hovering over him.

He didnt answer me. I hear the chants again. "Jeremy !" I yell as the person behind him holds up a gun .

He quickly turns the water off and jumps out the shower. As soon as he did the person disappeard. I back up to the wall and slides down .

" Korlin whats wrong? You okay ? " Jeremy ask me as i stare in space .

Im going senial. I know i saw someone in the shower with him and i know i heard the door. I heard people calling my middle name. But thats the weird thing , no one knows my middle name but my momma , my birth momma and kandré. So it had to be in my head. My momma is in the hospital , my other one is some where in New Orleans. And Kandré in New Orleans so , yea i am going senile .

"KORLIN TAYLOR!" i hear Jeremy call me.

I jump and look at him. He picked me up and took me to my room and laid me on the bed. I rolled over on my side and closed my eyes.

I want my brother right now . He 's the only one who could understand whatever im going through. When i got pregnant with Keabran he was the first person i went too. When jasmine died he was the one there for me. Now that he's gone i have no one.

"Korlin you wanna talk about it?" I hear a voice say.

I shake my head no not looking to see who it was.

"You know im always here for you , so just talk to me." I hear again.

I look up to see Jalil sitting on the edge of my bed. I rub my eyes and look closer.

" Ja- Jalil...," i began before my tears rushed over me.

I havent full fledged cried since i was 3 when my real momma's boyfriend beat me.

He smiled and said," Everythings gone be straight. I know what your going through , it aint gone be easy but you gone make it. Keep yo' head up little sista' ."

After he said that he walked out the door . I followed him to the front door.

"Jalil! , Jalil," I called out to him as he walked to the end of the driveway and disappeared. " I need you!"

I fell to my knees crying . Everyone came out of there houses watching me like i was some sort of television show or some shit.

I felt arms around me picking me up. I continued to cry as Jeremy takes me in the house. He sat on the couch still holding me.

"There was no one there was it?" I asked referring to when he was in the shower.

He held me tighter and kissed my forehead confirming that my answer was correct.

I silently let my tears fall , still laying on his chest. Seems as if my life is falling apart. My best friend is dead , my momma is hospitalized along with my son. At this moment i dont know weither my son is to live or die. Lord knows i ain't a saint , but what have i done to deserve this? I need answers.

A few hours later i woke up still on the couch with Jeremy . The only difference was that we were laying down. I got off of him and went to go take a shower. I got in the shower and began to wash. I let the tears mix with the shower water that also ran down my face. My mind is so cluttered at the moment. Im confused. I lost two of the people i love the most. If i loose Keabran i will die. I cant loose another loved one . I finally got out the shower and put on a yellow sundress and my white flip flops. I walked in the kitchen and made some kool-aid. I walked to my room to see Jeremy laying on the bed.

"Jeremy, we grew up too fast," i said as he looked at me confused."We aint even Twenty one yet and we done been through so much." I explained.

"Yea , you right. But it aint nothing we can do about it .We had no other. Choice but to grow up.We brought a life into this world and now we have to take care of it." He explained

I slowly glanced at him. Eyes red as stop lights at midnight. I narrowed my eyes at him causing him to gain a look of confusion.

"What?," He repeats himself and begans to walk closer to me. I stop him," Nigga you just hopped back into the picture. If it wasnt for the threat of child support , you'd still be a dead beat ass daddy."

I could tell my words touched him , Oh well.

"Yo , chill . Im here now Ko damn. You acting like i aint trying to be in the lil niggas life. Calm down on some real shit."

I nodded and drunk some of my Kool-Aid and walked out .

"Ko, where is you going?" He asked following me .

"To hell if i dont pray." I simply said and got in my car.

In reality i was going to see Keabran. I need to be by his side . Jeremy , i hope he knows i love him. Im sixteen years old , but i done been through way more than an average 30 year old.

I get to the hospital room and i sit beside his bed.

"Hey baby boy, i love you." I kissed his forehead and rubbed his small hand.

A doctor walked in the room, i stand and shake his hand.

"Hello , im Dr.Pulasske, Keabran is currently on lifesupport. He hasnt shown any signs of him getting and better. My other colleages and I were discussing about , 'pulling the plug'. The only way we would be able to do this would be with your permission." His words had me dazed.

I looked at Keabran . I dont want to cut his life , but i dont want to see him suffering. No, im not doing it. I need my son.

"Sir , no disrespect or nothing , there is no way i would do that shit. I need him, i've lost my brother and my bestfriend . I'll be damned if i loose my son too. Please excuse my foul language , i have a very disrespectful vocal set." I explained.

" I understand , its how you black people grew up." He said.

"Excuse me , Dr.Pulasske, but you have no right to adjudicate my speaking. I may not speak as fluent or as proper as you , Dr. Pulasske. Yes, i am an African American who lives in a 'hood'. I am a teenage mother, but i will not be a statistic! I will be the best African American teen mother there is. And as for you , In ten years , i'll have your job." I said showing that i did have a proper education. I could have addressed this donald trump ass man differently , but i decided to show off my education.

I heard whinning. I turned around and saw Keabran trying to open his eyes.

"Thank you Lord. " i said looking up too the sky.

"Can i have another doctor please." I said still looking at my son.

Another doctor came in and did what he had to do now i was holding my son.

His hair has grown a little.I love my son. Im glad he has his life back. The doctor told me that as he get older he may have mild difficulties thinking and staying focused. I fully understand that , as long as he is alive i do not have any complants. I will love him no less .

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