Finding My Heart

Dejaa

 I watched in horror as she pointed a gun to my face and told me to "Beg Bitch" I smiled at her and pushed her gun out my face and gave her one of the biggest hugs I could. I missed her and everything about her. We haven't seen each other in about 3 years due to her going away to New York for college and me remaining in ATL to attend school. She was my first love, My first kiss, My first everything and the day she left, it broke my heart. I was so depressed for the first three months, I almost took my life. I did every kind of drug possible, while selling them as well. I remember like it was yesterday when my life changed for the better. Lights flashed everywhere, I heard sirens, I saw shadows and I heard voices, but could it be all in my head? Am I sick to the point where i'm hearing shit. I did a couple of vials and told the girl I was fucking, that i'd be back. Who know that'll be the last time I would see her. Before I left, I did a couple lines, Pop 3 Xanax,  took a shot of henny and left to go make some sales. Voices , why won't the voices leave me alone? Why won't these voices stop. I looked around and saw no one. I kept walking to my destination and made a couple of sales ranking in $4,000. As I begin to walk back to my house I feel arms grab me, but no one is there. I feel eyes, but no one is watch. I hear voices but no one is talking. In a panic, I run and don't look back. I looked up and see bright lights before everything went black.

That's the day my life changed. I was hit by a car but I survived luckily. If that would've never happened, I would've been gunned down anyways. Tara, the girl i'd get high with and fuck, Left after me and went and stole some product from E. Word spread fast and she was gunned down as soon as she step foot back in my apartment. I was thankful and even more depressed than before. From that moment on, I haven't been able to find my heart.

My name is Deja Harper and I'm currently a 20 year college student in Atlanta Georgia. I don't look like what I been through. If it wasn't for that car, I'd be dead. I'd be helpless, Still on drugs, Still selling, Still being a same old nobody. A Junkie! A Fucking Junkie! I couldn't believe she was standing in front of me! My eyes has to be playing tricks on me. she was still as beautiful as I remembered. She taller , Older, her hair is longer, her body was covered in tats , as was mine. After we embraced for a little while longer, I invited her in my apartment and my heart begin to flutter. Maybe I have found my heart!