A Cry For Help

Broken

*Sept. 4th, 2015*

Anisha's POV

To see my cousin scream and cry for her daughter, and to know Chelsea's not gonna come running from around the corner, hurts. It hurts bad. I've never thought that a person could lose so much in such a short time. Here I am, supposed to be lifting my cousin up, but I'm stuck. I can't move. I can't talk. All I can do is think. How can she lose her momma, her favorite cousin and one of her daughters within three months? It just doesn't seem fair.

"Mr. Whitby can have visitors now.", the doctor said as no one moved. Jaylin made it out alive. I wonder does he know his daughter didn't make it. Jaylin's momma left out of the waiting room, walking towards the room he was in. Some boy who claimed to be Jay's brother, followed behind her. I looked around the room and spotted Mariyah sitting in the corner by herself. I walked over to her thinking of something to say.

"God send me an angel from the Heavens above. Send me an..." I tried drowning out her singing, staring at the cars on the parking lots about 3 floors down.

Just last year, everything was okay. Well, it was better than this. I remember at the family reunion, Dre was tossing Chelsea up and Aunt Nikki wasn't having that. She had screamed, "Deandre Ladell Robinson, if you drop my grandbaby ima drop kick you !" Dre had put Che down and ran from auntie as she chased him with a belt. Now all three of them are gone.

As I walked back to where Mariyah was sitting, she looked up at me. "Nisha, thank god you ain't cryin'. We gonna be okay." She gave me a warm smile. "I know lil cuz, we gone be straight. We gonna have to take care of your momma though." I hugged Mariyah for being so strong. I don't know if it's because she doesn't know that her sister's not coming back or because she's just strong.

"Jaylin wants you." Jaylin's momma said towards Mariyah. She looked over at a crying Camry. "He's asking for her too.". She sat back down as she rolled her eyes.

The guy that said his name was Kordell, sat next to Camry. She didn't seem to mind but she wasn't answering him. She just cried as she stared off into the distance. "Jaylin wanna see you when you think you ready," I said as I rubbed her back.

"Come on Ri, let's go see your daddy," I said walking away, waiting for Mariyah to do the same. Instead, she stared at her "granny" across the room.

"Why don't she acknowledge me? At least act like she care about me." That surprised me. I didn't know Mariyah knew such a big word or even knew how to put it to a sentence.

I grabbed her hand and walked towards the room. "Well, Mariyah..." I paused thinking of the best way to answer her question. "Sometimes, people are bitter. You know what that mean?" She nodded. "Your granny is one of those people." I chuckled as Mariyah nodded and took in those words.

"There go daddy's baby." Jaylin has tubes all over him. His face was swollen and his left eye was shut closed.

Mariyah stood next to me holding my hand. "Ri don't be scared. I'm okay now." Jaylin said seeing the look on her face.

Mariyah let go of my hand as she tapped her index finger on her chin. I wonder what she was thinking. Jaylin looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. I heard footsteps at the door and turned that way. Camry was standing there but Jaylin couldn't see her.

"Daddy?" Mariyah finally spoke. Jaylin smiled and said "Yes baby. What's wrong?" She walked closer to him. She fidgeted with her fingers and started rocking back and forth. She only does this when she's nervous.

"Why is your momma bitter?" She spat out. I nearly choked on my spit as my mouth formed an "o" shape. Camry finally walked all the way in.

"Where did you get that from?" Camry asked looking at Ri. I stepped back a little, out of Camry's reach. "I heard it on tv when this white lady was always so mad lookin'. That's how granny is when I'm around. Like she don't like me or sumptin'. Her granddaughter died and she ain't even said nothing bout her. All she care about is Jaylin this Jaylin that."