Chances

10

Chresanto

I was on the phone with Bre'Asia to find out what the fuck is wrong with Brianna.

"Do you know what's wrong with her?"I asked her

"No I haven't spoken to her since Tuesday."She said

"I don't know what's wrong with her she just came in here stared at me then ignored me and ran upstairs. She went into our room and locked the door when I was trying to find out what was wrong with her she lashed the fuck out on me."I sighed

"Did she find out something that she wasn't suppose to know?"She asked

"No I haven't been hiding shit from her."I said

"Where did she go today?"She asked

"Ummm she had went to therapy I don't know about any other places."I said

"You should try talking to her again because something might have happened in the therapy session that might have set her off."She said

"How am I gonna get in the room she won't open the door."I stated

"I know you know how to pick a lock so just do that but I have to go bye."She said

"Bye."I hung up

I sighed and sat my phone on the table. I turned to see what Jamilah was doing and she is still sleep. I got up and walked took my wallet out of my pocket. I grabbed one of my footlocker gift cards and went upstairs. I went to our room and kneeled down on the floor. I put the card in between the wall and the door and jiggled it a little and the door popped open. I looked in the room and she was drawing and there were some pictures scattered a course the floor. I looked at them and my eyes grew big at how they looked.

I sat next to her on the bed and looked at what she was drawing. It was a drawing of stitch.

She looked up at me then looked back down. I lifted her face up and she had dried tear stains on her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy.

"What's wrong, why are you drawing a cartoon character?"I said

"When I was in fourth grade I had a stitch doll. I adored the doll so much especially since my grandpa had gave it to me before he had died. I took it every where I went. I use to get bullied because I had the doll. One day one of the boys in my class took him out of my bag and ripped his head off. Once he did that I saw red. I ran up to him and just started beating the shit out of him. I hadn't realized he was bleeding and had stopped moving until after I was pulled away from him by some security guards. He was rushed to the hospital immediately. He almost died Chresanto. I had beaten him so badly that I caused him to bleed internally. People use to walk around calling me crazy and a psycho. I had all kinds of thoughts in my head which caused me to do fucked up shit. I became reckless I started to get into fights all the time and sometimes Bre'Asia would jump in. I would curse out teachers. I got arrested for spray painting a building. Then I also did this."She said

She pulled down the side of her pants along with the side of her underwear and I saw scars. How come I never noticed them before.

"Brianna."I said looking into her eyes

"I'm such a horrible person."She cried

I don't even know what to say I never seen her like this. It's like all the confidence that she had just vanished. I grab her and held her in my arms. I never thought that she went through crazy shit like that.

"You are not a horrible person Brianna do not say that. People make mistakes and you should already know that especially when it comes to me."I said

She sat up and looked at me. She just stared in my eyes like she was searching for something.

"I want you to come to my next therapy session."She said