Happy birthday, Bryson! I remember the first time I heard a trapsoul song, and then liked it, so I clicked to Overtime and was like 'aw shit, this nigga is good'
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Cleopatra
Demarcus busted into my class. "Cleo, we gotta go"
I looked at him confused, and my teacher stepped infront of him to block him off. "Do you have a pass? A real one at that?"
Demarcus tossed the pass into her face. "Cleo. . .get up. Life or death situation here"
"I don't trust you" I shook my head.
The last time he said that, my lovely cousin drove us to Friday's and made me pay the bill.
"I don't want to throw nobody business out there"
"Do it, I don't care."
"Bryson got shot in the head"
Bryson
"Yo dumbass done really went out and got shot" I smacked myself in the face.
I had to be dreaming.
"Did I die though?"
The only people in this cloudy ass room was me, and me.
"No, you on life support with a bullet in ya skull"
"I don't wanna be on life support, take me off"
I felt something hard pressing against my cheek. "The fuck is that"
"Nigga, that's your voice of reason. Our girlfriend"
"Ain't no damn our. Same person or not"
"You a foo'."
"How she my voice of reason? Where can I find one that actually loves me back?"
Like Eris or Phylicity or some shit, cause the only reason me and Phyl broke up was because I wanted to keep her safe.
Away from any hidden bullshit that might resurface.
"You can't just provoke somebody to shoot you, and think you got you a free ticket to heaven that way. Mya good, bruh. I swear"
"I'm halfway there. Don't nobody love me like my daughter love me"
"Yeah, no kidding. I'm hurtin' too, but what were you thinkin'?"
"What you mean?" I smirked.
"You walked up to the grimiest hood you could think of, showing off a chain that you just bought, talking bout how nobody got it like you. Lil Bryson the finesse kid"
I felt an intense amount of pain, that left me clutching my heart.
I dropped to my knees, and leaned over, panting hard.
"They're loosing us" Other me informed.
I felt weary, and my head started to hurt too.
"It's the bullet"
Yeah, no shit.
I was in all this pain, but the other me was doing just fine.
My body went numb, and I just let go.
Damn, imma remember dying forever.
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A hard smack was delivered right to my face.
"Wake yo bitch ass up"
I heard a faint echo of sobs, off in the distance somewhere.
"Mya?"
"No, your other family. You can't see Mya"
"Could somebody wipe away my hurt? That's what I want"
"We'll see"
My vision got blurry, and other me pushed my ass to the ground.
"Bye, nigga"
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This chapter is Bryson talking with his inner self cause he finna die.
