We Can't get Along

Been One Month....BoutTo Get Out

Genesis POV

It's been 1 month since I've been in here, I still have the cell all to myself

Tyler told me Jason doesn't want to be with me anymore....I'm heartbroken

I've been depressed, they sent me to the doctor here

I've been on, anti depression pills, I take them every time I get depressed

but the good thing is I'm getting out in a month

lady: take your pills....here

she gave them to me

the other women began to shout things to me, usually I'm very loud, but no any more

????: HEY! WHY SO QUIET? WHATS WRONG?

????: YEAH! WHY SO SAD?

Genesis: Don't know just miss my gu-gals

they could barely hear me

I went back to the stupid bunk bed

I kept thinking everything we ever had was just a joke...nothing was real?

I swear imma hang myself, if all this was some kind a joke...great they won but I cannt handle it

lady: pina! there's someone here to see you!

my guys? no they cant blow there cover, who could it be?

I got up and went to the visitation center

I had 3 guards behind me, to make sure I don't do anything stupid

I couldn't believe it, my mom and dad or should I say the old gag, and bitchblotchy one?

same thing

I sat down

Genesis: da fuck you want?

dad: we came to knock some sense into you

Genesis: like what? bitch at me for every thing I did? your you gonna leave me like you did 3 fucking years ago? go ahead leave I don't need your pidy

mom: please calm down, we wanna talk to our daughter

Genesis: oh so now I'm your daughter?  make your fucking mind up...look you lost your daughter a long fucking time ago, I'm not the same

dad: you need help

Genesis: no, you need help....remember when you slapped me David?

dad: I am your father...you respect me

Genesis: respect? I don't need to show you respect, I can call you whatever the fuck I want, I'm not your daughter anymore...or what are you ashamed that a FBI agent has a daughter as a criminal? haha that's never ever going to change

mom: we just want to talk

Genesis: then talk, I'm all yours,...use to be

mom: we wanna help you...get out of the gang life and come back with us, honey we miss you

she held my hand, god how I miss this

but after what she did to me, I could never go back

Genesis: no...you were never there for me, not when Michael died, and not when you threw me out of the house, living life as I do know, I love it...

dad: you like killing...?

Genesis: no, its not me, but a copy, I tell her to do it, and she does