Wither (An Erik Killmonger Love Story)

Pray

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Pray: noun; to offer devout petition, praise, thanks, etc., to (God or an object of worship).
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"Baby girl I love you with all my heart, but I can't take this hospital food anymore. I got to have some type of grease, like right now."

The sour look that came across my mothers face whenever she ate the hospitals "delicacies" made the suffering here a little more easier. The last couple of days had been some of the hardest in my life. All I wanted to do was run as fast as I could like a child.

"Mama come on now, just suffer along with me. I don't need you smelling like real food around me."

She eased herself out of her chair and came over to kiss my forehead, "I'll take a shower before I come back."

I grabbed her hand as she started to walk away and pulled her close again into a hug.

"I love you mama," I whispered in her ear, "please sneak me in a Twix."

She kissed her teeth and pulled away from me," I'll be back soon, behave yourself."

As she closed the door behind her, I instinctively grabbed my phone off the stand. I had eight missed texts from London, all questioning how I was feeling. I had filled her in on everything thing that had been happening and of course she flipped shit. She bought a plane ticket to visit over the weekend to which I was extremely grateful. I loved my mother, but sometimes talking with London felt better. I had to talk her out of bringing her whole family down, I wasn't ready for my godsons to see me like this yet...

I was honestly expecting to receive something from Erik too, but all I got was silence. I was hurt, but grateful for what he had done.  If he hadn't shown up I'd be dead right now.  I do wish he was here though.  His stupid jokes would be a great distraction from the pain, physical and mental.

I had surgery to fix my leg and my bruises were slowly healing, but there was an ache in my heart that I might never get to walk again. A physical therapist came in to work with me everyday and reassure me that we'd get momentum soon, we hadn't.

I craved to leave this place. I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts everyday. No amount of therapy could help me and I knew that. I was never the religious person despite my upbringing, but I felt like a trip to church wouldn't hurt.

Maybe that's why I was suffering like I was. I was letting all my demons control me instead of following a greater path that was set for me. I could have been stronger, should have been better, but I let men like Erik and Victor control my feelings for so long.... It was time I got back in touch with myself for once.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.

Alright God, let's talk...

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