Rapid Reactions (A Mindless Behavior Story)

How deep is your love?

Previously: Diggy sits in a pool of depression, feeling sorry for himself because he feels he let Holy slip through his fingers. Certain material objects in his apartment triggers a series of reminiscing old times with his old love, but when his apartment door is being opened by a key for a split second he believed she was back. But just like a movie, Spin is the one who walks in and begs for forgiveness; of course Diggy forgives him because he knows that he would have done the same if he was in his position. But when Spin slips out that he knows that Holy is alive Diggy gets the strength he needed, he actively changes his clothes then hold his former best friend knife point, and questions him on everything and anything he knows. Meanwhile Ayana begins to worry about her friends and how long it will it take for them all to fall apart, she uses the same mentality as Aimee with going to her old dorm to protect Roc's secret apartment. She bumps into Tyra but gets very suspicious as she sees her leaving the dorm she was about to enter. But being a very gullible character she lets Tyra lead her away from the room and doesn't get to help Aimee escape from what could potentially be life threatening.

*HOLY'S POV*

Imagine losing all time awareness, knowing that life is too short and could end at any second, and you can't do nothing to make due. Imagine, not being aware of what's real anymore... Not knowing whether you're asleep or awake, dead or alive.

This is what I was going through and what made it worse was that I was holding precious life in my womb; God had blessed me with a fruit.

I lay lifelessly in a bed, a double bed, and gazed at the ceiling wondering if there was any point. I had no idea whether God was testing me or whether I was already in the waiting room. I had no energy left in me, no motivation for escape or salvation; I had pretty much given up. I was too weak to hope, I was too tired to dream, and I was too confused to move so I lay there and stared. I had no idea where I was or how I had got here but I knew that if I wasn't already dead, death was soon coming.

I was paralysed with disappointment.

There was nothing left in me but emptiness, I didn't want to be saved, and as for the child I carried I didn't want to conceive it. It was all against nature, I wasn't supposed to be carrying Daniel's child, him and I where never supposed to happen. We forced an event that wasn't naturally supposed to happen and now I was paying the consequences. Khalil would of never done half the things he did if I had stayed put, fought against the strong battle of lust; put a little more faith in what we had. And then no one would be dead, no one would be unsafe.

Everyone's suffering was because of my selfishness.

Weakly, I let my eyelids met and I took a deep breath, I fixed my arm in a more comfortable position - it was the first movement I had made it in a while. As I did so I heard a loud crumbling that broke the eerie of silence that had swept through the room. I opened my eyes and let my eyebrows meet slightly, I lifted the worn out piece of paper and brought it to my face. It was a picture of Daniel and I. I was on his back, with my legs wrapped around his waist, my curly hair covered most of my face but you could see my lips touching his neck. He was laughing, and he locked his arms onto my legs ensuring I was safe, his gaze was again the floor.

BANG.

I quickly return the picture to my back pocket of my sweat pants, "How the hell did I get into these?" And like nothing had happened, I returned back to the pool of melancholy I was drowning myself in.

Khalil: hello sweetheart, nice to see you haven't moved, I bought you some food.

I turned my attention to him, he grinned at my gesture, and then I looked down at the bag of McDonald's. I looked back at him, and then turned back to ceiling, lifelessly.