Aye, where my bestfriend Ronae? 💀
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Eris
"You're worrying me, Bryson"
He had his hands over his head, and his head was down.
He started sweating, and panting, and groaning. "It hurts, Eris. My head hurts"
So I called an ambulance.
"Just a few minutes, baby. You can wait, can't you?"
Bryson sat up, and looked at me with teary red eyes before shaking his head no.
"You can try, yeah? How does it hurt? What does it feel like? I can tell the doctors and they can help you better"
His eyes rolled up, and his body fell straight back out of the chair.
Bryson
I sat on the floor, and other me slapped me in the face.
"Welcome back, nigga"
"What?"
"Nigga, we in a coma. We got brain surgery" He tapped the back of his head, and his brain fell out onto the floor.
The fuck?
He laughed, and put it back. "I'm just fuckin' wit'cha"
"Asshole"
"Remember the first time you was in a coma? The girl Philly said that you were her favorite vegetable. I thought y'all was finna get married"
"Nope"
"Nigga, pick somebody. Everytime you back with me, you got a new girlfriend to put through hell cause she worried bout you"
"I'm pretty sure I wasn't that bad"
"Square up. Fight us, fam. Lying ass, ain't shit ass nigga"
"Hold up, we the same person"
"Nigga, I-"
He punched himself in the stomach, and laughed. I was the one feeling all the pain though.
"Nigga, it ain't that you fall in love with girls too easy. You easy to fall in love with-"
"They told me I was charming"
He slapped me in the head. "Fuck up. Old aggravating ass"
So this is the true meaning of self harm.
"Aight, damn"
"Girls be falling in love with you left and right, and you give them all the attention they could ever ask for, then you find someone else. Do us a favor, and don't ever get married. Our divorce process gone be messy"
"When I'm finna leave here?"
"Three to four"
"I don't know if I can spend three to four days wit'cho ass"
"Good, cause it's three to four more months best friend"
"Hold the fuck up. Why?"
"What? You ain't man enough to deal with me little guy?"
"Just answer the question, bruh"
He threw his whole wrist down his ear, and pulled out his brain before tossing it on the floor.
"They fucked up"
"Who?"
"Them dumbass surgeons. They fucked with our brain, and now we in our third coma"
"My body can't handle shit"
Other Bryson punched me in the chest. "Rude ass"
I scowled. "Aight, I can die now. Somebody can pull the plug, cause you do too fuckin' much"
"You talk to God with those lips?"
"For-"
"Is that a cold sore or herpes?" He leaned in extra close, and flicked my lip.
"Don't touch me"
"Nevermind, your lips just dry"
I sucked my teeth, and Bryson chucked the deuces.
"I'm ready to go talk to God"
"How? We not even in heaven. We ain't even nowhere but a white ass, foggy ass room"
He pulled some legos out of his pocket, and snapped his fingers before disappearing.
My face fell.
I mean, I didn't like the guy, but he kept me company.
"Welp" I laid down, and put my hands behind my head.
"Daddy, I broughted you my juice"
I quickly sat up, and looked at the little girl who stood before me.
She was Genesis, but she was also me.
She was Mya.
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