Buddhist || Derek Luh. [SLOW UPDATES]

2 • "what the hell is a buddhist?"

"what the hell is a buddhist?"

•Kai's POV•

Have you ever thought of drowning? No, not like dying and the aftermath of dying. Just actually losing oxygen from your lungs and suffocating. Like drifting into the warm or cold ocean with nothing but darkness around you.

I've always been terrified yet absolutely mesmerized by the seas around our globe. I shiver at the thought of drowning, but if I were to commit suicide, that is how I would do it.

Drowning seems like another step in my life. Some people have a step planned to go to college, others maybe want to open a restaurant. But mine is drowning. I just have to plan when.

•Derek's POV•

"Derek Luh, you better get your ass down these stairs and greet your new neighbors!"

Remind me why I ever gave that witch my house key? When I moved out, I should have never told her a single detail, let alone give her a goddamn key.

I groan and drag my body out of bed, glancing in the mirror at my reddish eyes- sore from how high I got last night.

"You better-"

"I'm up, god damnit! Get the hell out of my house!" I yell back at her, already getting irritated with the two sentences she's spoken.

I was diagnosed with anger issues when I was 11. Some kid, a classmate of mine at the time, had called me Luh (like duh) after I corrected the teacher on how to say it.

Let's just say, the wall got his front two teeth instead of the tooth fairy.

I move to my bathroom, where I strip from my boxers and hop in the shower, turning it to a temperature so hot that my skin turns red and steams comes off of it.

When I'm done showering, I change into some baggy black joggers, some Jordan's, and a random hoodie that I pull up to my elbows. I unplug my phone from its charger and walk out of my room, swiping my earbuds on the way out.

I jog down the steps and notice my mom has already left, and I recognize the smell from my kitchen. Cookies.

How many goddamn times do I have to tell that lady to stop cooking in my fucking kitchen.

I groan and walk out of my house, only to see my mom walking back from across the street- her nose in the air and a smug smile on her face. I roll my eyes.

"Do you mind?" I growl, glaring at her as she stops in front of me.

"Go meet your neighbors!"

"Go home!" I fire back, my fists clenching as well as my jaw.

"Go meet," she pauses to grab my arm, and I'll tell you: for a 40 year old woman, she's got a grip. She pushes me toward the opposite side of the street, "the neighbors!"

I moan more and turn to set my icy look back on her.

"If I go, will you go the fuck home?"

She scowls at my language but nods stiffly, making me roll my eyes.

"Thank god." I mumble under my breath, shoving my hands in my pockets and walking toward the house that has been empty for as long as I've been here, which is almost three years.