Dead Inside // 2020

2.

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕

I dipped before anyone could ask questions. There was no need for me to stick around any longer I knew he was good, physically , and his people was with him. Now it's none of my business nor concern. All I can do at this point is pray that he seeks mental help before it gets worse.

**

By the time I drove home it was 6:00 in the morning and I was ready to pass out. I walked into my house and I went straight upstairs and threw my things down and took a shower. I threw away my bloody and ripped work clothes that looks like I belonged on the set of Law and Order and I crawled under my sheets and went off into a much needed sleep.

I tossed and turned all night until I finally dozed off.

*

I woke up around 11:00pm, shit I barely went to sleep at 8:00am. I brushed my teeth and did my skin care routine and I changed from pajamas to lounge shorts and an oversized hoodie and I threw my hair into a ponytail after taking it out of the bonnet.

I stretched my arms as I felt my tight muscles and ligaments expand, giving me instant relief. I didn't realize how tense my body was until now.

I turned on my tv and it was on channel 5 'cause I watched the news for the weather before I left the house yesterday and I haven't turned it on since. I noticed that TMZ was now on and I was about to change the channel but a headline stopped me.

"Coming up! Rapper Ski Mask The Slump God is in the hospital after partying after an L.A concert. More details coming up in a minute.." the tv spoke and it changed to a Carl's Jr. commercial.

"Damn." I said and shook my head. That's the last thing that man needs right now. I just don't want to get connected or dragged in to it more than I already was. I just want to move on and got to school and work just as I was before this all went down.

No one knows the true reason of why he's there except his two homies, me and the doctor as far as I know but I'm pretty sure his family had been notified. He needs mental help and blasting this shit all over tv is not gonna help his case.

Wait. Why am I overthinking this? I did my part. Actually I did more than the average person nowadays would ever do. I called 911. I held him. I babied his wounds the best I could until real medics showed up. I talked to him to try and keep him awake. Shit. I hopped in the ambulance with him and I kept talking to him.

I had to leave though, this was something deeper than what I was willing to get myself into. I was as nice as I could've been without crossing the lines I drew up for myself. I had to go, the last thing people need to see is me in a headline being a witness to a rapper's hospitalization. I have a reputation to uphold if I'm going to be respected later in life when I finish school and am within my true career path.

Don't get me wrong I'm a huge fan but everyone has limits and mine were reached, almost crossed even. It's none of my business and I'd like to act like that until it truly leaves my mind.

I let out an audible sigh as I decided to shut the tv off and not stick around for the full story. I went down stairs where my sister and my nephew were and they were watching tv together. Actually she was on her phone in a whole other world while he watched Paw Patrol.