Dreams • short Eazy E fan fic [Completed]

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Three days later

| Torrance, CA |

"Mr. Wright?"

I looked up from my paper work at my secretary, Megan as she poked her head into my office.

She continued, "You have mail" she smiled as she entered the room with a bin carrying my mail.

Megan sat the bin down on my desk and headed to exit my office.

"Thanks Megan", I smiled.

Megan nodded and softly closed the door behind her as she left. I sighed as my eyes scanned over all this damn mail.

It's not enough hours in a day. I got to finish these contracts, I have a meeting to attend alongside Jerry and NWA and on top of that, I made a promise to meet up with my girl for lunch this afternoon.

"Fuck", I groaned while grabbing the pile of mail out of the bin and scanning through it.

"Fan mail...fan mail.... bills...fan mail", I said in a mundane tone. "Maybe I should take the time out to read these letters", I said to myself.

I leaned back in my swivel chair and kicked my feet up on my desk, grabbing a handful of letters and opening them.  I spent about thirty to forty-five minutes reading some of this fan mail.

Most of the letters I've read were from fans.... mainly women.  Asking me to have sex with them, come see them, send them concert tickets, money and how much they love me and want to meet me. Some of these broads were bold enough to send me photos of their naked asses.

"Man...bitches is crazy", I laughed to myself as I sat up to take honey bun out my back pocket.

I opened the wrapper to my honey bun, taking a bite as I looked at the letter that was next in the pile.

It's probably going to another letter from some strawberry wanting to fuck me or something like that.

"Bet not be no bullshit", I mumbled with a mouthful of my honey bun, then licking my lips.

I held the letter up with my left hand, scanning the first sentences, causing me to stop chewing mid-sentence.

Damn, I thought to myself as I continued to read:

Dear Eazy-E,

"My name is Zaria Marie Simpson. I am seventeen years old and I am BIG FAN of you. You probably hear that every day... but I am...I really am.  I just thought I'd try my hand at writing you a letter.

This is honestly probably my 6th one I've written but it's okay. Hopefully you read this. Umm... a little about me? I live in Georgia and I go to Stone Mountain High School. Uh, I must be honest...it's not a walk in a park for me.

I've been diagnosed with Lupus and I also suffer from Alopecia. It's not easy but I do try to deal with it the best way I know how. I was told by doctors, I don't have much longer to live so I don't have much to be optimistic about ya know?

I look in the mirror every-day and ask myself why me? Why am I still alive? Why don't I just die already? I don't have no use on earth any longer.

Sometimes I wish I was pretty...you know like some of the women I see you on TV and in pictures with.  I'm not as pretty as they are"

"How could she think that?", I asked myself out loud as I looked at the picture she included in the letter.

"I want to go on dates and feel pretty. Have guys open and hold the door for me, have a boyfriend.  But let's be honest....no one likes me and I won't live to see if someone would ever like me.

I'd like to think of you as a boyfriend sometimes...hopefully I don't creep you out by that comment. But Eric...I mean Eazy sir.... When I listen to your music, it puts me at ease; free almost. It helps me escape from my reality for a while".

I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded my head as if I could hear a voice telling me these things that I am reading in this letter.

"Well I hope I didn't take up too much of your time...an I really hope you got a chance to read this letter. I don't have longer to live but just dreaming of you reading my hand-written letter makes me feel better inside. I even talk to my mom about how cool it would be if I met you in person?

That would be so dope! I have all your posters and pictures...I even made a collage to put you on school binder.

I'ma end this right here.... thank you for making an unfortunate girl like me happy Mr. Eazy. it means a lot. Your special! If no one has told you that.... well I am. I love ya! "

-      Zaria

P.S: Thanks for the buttons and autograph posters. I'll tell my mom to cherish those when it's my time to go. <3

"Damn man..." I sighed as I placed the letter flatly on my desk.

I folded my hands and looked and stared into space for a second. Seventeen years old and dying? I couldn't even fathom the thought of dealing with something like that.

I picked up the picture of Ms. Zaria and stared at it. She was a beautiful young lady, but the shit she been through was fucked up.

"I wish there was something I could do man', I said as I scratched my chin, leaning back in the chair.

I closed my eyes before I opened them and paging Megan to do me a favor.

"Yes Mr. Wright?"

"Aye..." I said into the speaker, leaning up. "I need you to make some phone calls.... quick aight?"

".... Right away sir..."

I smiled as I started to give the details to Megan through the receiver and inviting her to my office.  I showed her the letter from Zaria. She scanned it, causing tears to form in her eyes and smiling.

Everyone's got a dream, right? In this case, sometimes dreams come true....

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