CHERRY
Words can't describe the everyday struggle I find myself facing just to get a fix, that feeling you can't explain but that you know feels so damn right. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days, days of getting high. I wasn't myself, I'm not myself, I don't no who I am anymore and it doesn't bother me.
I accept it because maybe I never knew who I was.
All my life I tried to be the perfect little Cherry my mother wanted me to be, I tried so hard to be all she wanted, to get grades, anything that would make her proud of me but that just wasn't enough, she always had to have more...that "more" I wasn't able to give. She never accepted me for me, because it wasn't good enough for her so she made me into somebody else, somebody acceptable in her life and I let her. I let my mother control me and I let myself make foolish mistakes so at the end of the day I'm the one to blame.
Just call me Cherry the fuck up.
I pull up to the warehouse ready to get my next fix. I jump out the car and head to the back, where R always was. Ryan is my supplier and he is known to have the best shit around, which means the shit I am on is the real deal.
As soon as I raised my hand to knock on Ryan's office door I hear some angry voices coming from the other side of the door. It scared me at first, almost made me want to come back later but curiosity kept me standing at that door trying to make out the heated words being exchanged on the other side of this door. After a few minutes of no luck I decide to push my luck and push the door open a little to see what was going on. I saw Ryan first, then I seen another guy I never seen before, they were going at it pretty good, I watched closely and quietly as they went back in forth about some deal that apparently went wrong. Each minute that passed the more Intense the argument got, in the back of my mind I knew I should of left but I didn't and now I regret it. without warning Ryan pulls out his gun and puts it up to the mystery mans head CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! three bullets to the head, and mysterious man drops like a baby hitting the ground hard with blood gushing out of his head and onto the floor.
I covered my mouth and watched as the blood gushes out of the mans head, I couldn't believe my eyes. I started slowly walking backwards trying to be as quiet as possible because if Ryan knew what I just saw I would end up just like bruh bruh laying there lifeless. The closer I got to the car the safer I started to feel " a couple more steps in your there" I kept repeating over and over again, and when I finally thought I was in the safety zone Ryan's office door fly's open, I stop dead in my tracks and hope he doesn't notice me. Ryan looks right past me and turns back around to drag the body out, I took that as my opportunity to run for it and I did. I ran so damn fast I felt like I was flying! I jumped in my car started it up and got the fuck out of there, the only thing you heard was my tires burning rubber. I drove straight home and ran in the house without thinking twice.
Reality hit me and I realized I wasn't going to be getting high today, thinking about it made me feel sick to my stomach.
JASMINE (POV)
I missed her, I missed her a lot. All I ever wanted to do was help Cherry, I wanted the best for her just like she wanted the best for me but she was just too stubborn to see it. I didn't want to have to beat her ass like that lord knows I didn't but she crossed the line, God knows that too. sometimes I think to myself should I have handled the situation differently, would you have handled the situation differently if somebody spit in your damn face? and sometimes I really don't know what to think. All I know is that cherry needs me, and I need her. Cherry was like a sister I never had and I fucking miss her. I miss my sister! I started to tear up but quickly wipe them away when I see Marcus start to move, right before opening his eyes. He looks around the room, like he was lost, before sitting up and staring at me hard like he had a problem. I open my mouth to say something but he beats me to it first.
