Why She Stayed (xxxtentacion)

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A/N: I'm trying to make this story as real as possible. Like for example how likely is this to actually happen to someone in real life. Trust me as the story progresses it will get better and hopefully you will stick around, thank you. 

Jahseh and I were both in a time in our lives where everything was either good or just hell. Jahseh was struggling with wanting to be something in his life while I was a few steps ahead of the game.

My dream was to model, so before moving to a quiet place where my life would change drastically I was caught up in the world of fashion, meeting famous people here and there, going to photoshoots, being featured in popular magazines. My social media account was sky rocketing and life was at its peak for me.

It got to become something so ordinary to me that meeting someone famous didn't faze me anymore as much as it used to.

And just when everything around me was a world of wonder all that came crashing down one day.

I never really told anyone but my mother why I wanted to take a break.

To just disappear.

I deleted all my social media accounts, logged out of life practically.

And then I left.

I moved to a quiet place where life should have been just that, except you don't get that when down the street from where I lived danger lurked. At least that's what everyone said. To stay away from the house down the block, that big old house that had party's almost every night was both a blessing but a horror to some.

And there lived a boy name Jahseh who was always getting into all kinds of trouble, practically had a bad reputation for himself. Everyone feared him, I think even his friends did.

I wasn't sure what to think when it came to him. I just knew that my mom made sure to remind me every morning to stay away from him, she'd always tell me that the boy would do me no good.

"You stay away from that punk." My mother shook her finger at me. "Boys like that will bring nothing good to you." She continues her daily lecture that I had to hear almost every morning.

"I know." I mumbled, looking out the window from our house.

"You know I tell you this only to protect you, mija I don't want you to suffer like I did." She sets down her cup of coffee reaching for my hand and grasping it.

"I'm fine mom." I lie.

She gives me a warm smile. "Just trust me."

I think the real reason why my mom acted like that was because of why I had taken a break from my dreams. Not to mention the fact that I tried my best to avoid all contact with guys all together.

Because of what had happened to me I don't think I could ever come to like a decent guy.

Ever.

On the bright side, though, moving here I had grown fond of music, a taste for it was what held me together.

I was slowly falling head over heels for an underground artist with a SoundCloud whose music both evoked a sense of knowing and deep connection within me.

Never in a million years could I imagine just how close of a neighbor he was.

You see back before fame took over, before anyone and everyone knew his name there was just nothing.

You had nothing.

No images, no music videos, just a stranger, an account, and a voice.

Because of raw emotions, pure ecstasy and through his music I found sanctuary, I could finally fall asleep at night without having those nightmare's anymore.

He was my secret, my secret alone.

Because of a few songs, I could process a time in my life where everything inside was numb and dark.

I didn't feel alone anymore.

There was someone out there in the world who held a connection to me.

And before I knew it I had fallen in love with a voice and lost all reason.