Kiara is a functional drug addict who just got accepted into Harvard Medical School. Apart from being addicted to Vicodin, Kiara has always pleased her family in many ways unimaginable. Being valedictorian of her class at Stanford University, openin...
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"Key, what's up? Why are you crying?" Jamal asked as he came over and wrapped his arms around me as I cried in the corner.
"I c - can't do this anymore, I just can't." I allowed the tears to roll down my cheeks as I thought about all of the pain I've caused everyone.
"What can't you do, boo?" Mal asked sincerely as he continuously wiped my tears that fell.
"This thing called life," I confessed my true feelings.
"No don't talk like that." He requested. "You're going to be alright."
"No," I cried harder.
Here he was trying to fix my mistakes as he always has. Here he was trying to make me feel better when I felt like shit.
"You're okay, this is all temporary." He rubbed my back attempting to soothe me. "Come with me," he spoke as he wiped the last of my tears.
I simply nodded my head agreeing. He then took my hand leading me out of the large venue. As we left my celebratory party, in which my entire family attended, I couldn't stop thinking about how much this wasn't what I wanted to do.
This is not the life I wanted to live.
Being a doctor was not my dream. I didn't desire for my parents to live vicariously through me. How can an addict be a functional doctor anyway?
"Boo." Mal spoke breaking the silence and my thoughts that took over the car ride.
"Yes," I answered him lowly.
"You're going to be okay, okay?" He asked for reassurance.
"Yes." I grabbed his right hand that was unoccupied and wrapped it around my left hand.
He gave it a small squeeze assuring me that he wasn't leaving me. A few minutes later, we arrived to his condo. We held hands the entire walk until we were inside.
"I'm going to shower, I look a mess." I told him.
"You look as beautiful as you always do, but okay. I'll be here when you get out." He told me as I went directly to his bathroom.
Stripping from my clothes, I turned the shower head on. I climbed in prepared to wash today's filth off of me. Once I was done, I dried off and put my silk robe on before going to find Mal in the living room smoking on his couch.
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