Nights I Wish Not To Go Back To

Leasha

    Harley and I don't trust many people. We have each other and the select few who sometimes tag along with us on our manic episodes. Right now we are on our way to meet Leasha. She is the oldest of a big family where she was expected to take the role of the mother, rather than the big sister. One day she snapped and left, after a while of sleeping on the streets, she was blessed to run into the magnificent Harley and Daisy.

    After declaring herself worthy enough to keep up with us, we soon became something of a trio. Adding another person is a big thing for me and Harley, our entire lives it's been me and her against the world.

    With Leasha it all started out just seeing each other at the same parties and hanging out with the same low lives. Once me and harley found out Leasha was living on the streets and partying so she had somewhere warm for the night, it was time for us to step in.

    Harley and I lived in a small 1 bedroom apartment in a run down city where you are lucky if your neighbors are only junkys. On the outside you would never expect to find a little slice of heaven, it's small but it's home.

    To be honest i'm not sure if you can even call it an apartment. There was one bedroom that could only fit a queen mattress and nothing else, a eat in kitchen with only 1 of the 4 stove burners working, a small living space that we made another bedroom, and a bathroom. It might sound bad but we made it our home.

    What really made it home was the little things. Like the cabinets full of mismatched coffee mugs and cheap china, or the picture frames holding memories that can never be forgotten.The beautiful antiqe pink curtens that once hung in my grandmother's bedroom, they remind me of a time when it was easy.

We brought Leasha back with us after waking up in a old graveyard together. She brought a color into our life's. She is a rainbow anr way better then we will ever be.

Soon after she moved in, she cleaned up a little. She got a job as a waitress at the dinner down the street and worked her self up to manager. She got herself her own little apartment where she lives with her boyfriend who doesn't deserve her beauty and grace.

She doesn't go out much with us anymore but when she does it's crazy, she will always be a sister.

Ater most of mine and Harley's escapades we get walfles at her dinner. It's almost like our safe haven. We know everyone who goes there and all the workers, it gives us time to count up what we walked away with and unwind from the night.

"Well if it isn't the Queen's of the night.", Leasha greated us at the door and walked us to our table in the back.

Most everyone in the dinner kept to them self's or were to hung over to notice someone even walked in.

"Feeling like a queen today check this out," Harley pulled her into our booth out of sight so she could show her the dimond bracelet she took off the dresser before we left. "I might actually keep this one."

"Yeah if you don't lose it." I said rolling my eyes at her. Leasha and I both laughed at her defeted face.It wasn't her fault she lost everything I do to, it's pretty hard to keep track of things when you heads spinning.

They talked for a while about boys and life but I couldn't focus on much. You see, I have bipolar disorder type manic depressive. This mean after a manic eposode everything kind of moves in low motion. Walfles are usually a good "cure" but most days I just have to wait it out.

Some part of me knows it's just me but I can't hold back the feeling that something bad was comming.