Demon

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Both turned from the front seat with one arm in the back of the chair to glare at me.

"What's up, Sojourner?" Asked Jakarta. To which Jaja added,"You haven't been yourself lately."

"What do you mean myself? I don't even know myself! How would you guys know me?! It's not like anyone knows me. Or even wants to!"

[Shit...
Shit. Shit. SHIT! I shouldn't have said that.]

My eyes widened and my mouth gapped. My 'lost-for-words' expression was succeeded by a look of disbelief, and not of them but of myself and my words.

The look on their faces was worse. It was nothing like saddens but more like the look of dispower when a parent scolds a child on their short comings though that was their very best. And I was the parent.

"G...guys. I. I'm.  It wasn't meant to hurt you. I just switched and lost it. M-"

Being cut off by them both saying.  "It's okay," in one deepened, harmonious voice.

[Fuck... I'm in trouble]

Karta jumps to the back seat and sits me next to him and Jaja steps on the gas heading fast down the highway and taking an off-ramp down a longer route.

"Talk. What's wrong?" Karta demanded.

I had silenced myself for a moment, trying to piece together what I should say.

"It's nothing. It's just my bipolar meds aren't working"

Seconds waiting for something feel like infinity. Waiting for the answer to their question [s].

Jakarta sat like it was a nonchalant conversation; he would not force anything out of me. Legs spread apart and arms placed strategically round the back of the chair as they were long enough to wrap around me as just in that moment they did.

"Sojouner," though JaJa on the other hand would always get me to talk. He's annoying when he begs. A squicky-ness that you'd never expect to escape his low ranged vocals can shock even dogs. My dogs specifically.
"I'M ABOUT TO NaAag!"

"Okay,okay."

A chuckle escaped Karta's lips as he understood my hatred of it. He could get a lot out of me, it's why i love him and Karta as he'd be my buffer against some things I couldn't/shouldn't say.

Inhaling and taking all the air I could deep into my chest I spill the beans, "I met a guy named Coda in class and my meds aren't working. It's stressing me the fuck out-"

Gripping my right arm Karta breaths out in a raspy tone that vibrated echoes through my body, "Breath."

Taking a deep breath, "Continue." He states.

"I don't like-like him. I like him and you both know I make friendships and self sabotage them.." feeling the stinging of tears swell in my eyes from the years of failed past relationships I snap myself back into an upright posture and tapping the joint on my wrist. A way of stopping the panic attacks.

Turning on the radio. Cool Blue by The Japanese House starts to play. I lay my head back against Jakarta's slightly flexed muscle as i watch the fading blue and indigo take advance of the night sky.

[Is that why I'm bipolar, they name me after an ever-changing, unpredictable object. Being? I don't even know what you are.]

Download or play on a separate tab     "Wiped Out! by The Neighbourhood"

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Jumping out from the back of the car at the twins' house and starting my journey back home.

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