Chapter Eight

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Chris

I opened my eyes being hit with the blinding sunlight from my room's window.

"Fuck." I groaned covering my eyes and rolling over.

Many people wake up feeling refreshed and amazing or look forward to waking up to eat or shower or some shit...I don't.

It ain't dark or nothin' but my life been a burden for the past few months...sometimes this shit gets too much you know? But who cares right? Right.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand looking at the time seeing it was 1:08 in the afternoon and to be honest I wasn't in the mood to see or talk to anyone today.

I could tell today was gon' be one of my off days.

I sighed staring at the ceiling then got up showering and brushing my teeth then got sweats, a t-shirt and some socks on going down and grabbing a cereal box, some milk, a bowl, and a spoon then made my way down to my art studio.

This is where I go to relax and unwind or when I just wanna be alone.

As soon as I sat down and started inspecting my brushes and spray cans I heard the alarm on my front door go off then it stopped.

I glanced at the camera seeing Sunjai tiptoeing in, in what seemed to be a guy's t-shirt? And what the fuck do she think this is?

I clenched my jaws then pressed the button on the intercom, "Where the fuck was you?" I asked and she screamed dropping her stuff. "Downstairs, now," I said and she sighed walking down, keeping her eyes glued to the ground.

"Whose...shirt is that?" I asked.

"Yours...I borrowed it wh-"

"Sunjai Christelle Brown." I said in my 'dad' tone...what? I've been practicing for years, I have to use it.

She rolled her eyes slightly, simply because she hated me using my government.

"My nigga's aii?" She said crossing her arms looking at me like I crept in the house in a female's clothes when I shouldn't have been.

"Oh, you grown grown?" I said tilting my head slightly and she huffed and just as I was about to say something else I just felt my depression hit.

Well, ain't that just fucking amazing.

That's the thing about this shit...well mine anyway, I'll be midsentence then boom...mood change. After that it's clipped, I just wanna be a mute forever.

I shook my head. "Just go man," I mumbled turning back to my paint and shit and she stared at me then walked out.

Perfect start to a perfect day.

Camari

I sat staring at the window in my room. I refuse to spend my birthday in this prison.

Rick walked in with a plate that had a slice of cake on it and a candle and he smiled at me.

"Happy Birthday beautiful." He said walking over to me.

I couldn't help but smile. I just love the thought of a birthday and people remembering and I longed to have an actual birthday party.

He handed me the plate and lit the candle that was on top of it.

"Well go ahead, make a wish."

I smiled and closed my eyes blowing the candle out. My wish was just to get out and get a puppy named squishy.

I opened my eyes and he took the candle out and grabbed a fork and started feeding me and I silently ate.

"So...20 huh.." He mumbled and I nodded a bit.

He didn't know but I was researching about a month ago about how I could get out and it turns out...they legally couldn't keep me here anymore if I appealed as an adult and could prove I  was okay to be on my own.

"I'm planning to appeal soon." I said and he looked up at me nodding.

"That's good, I'm glad." He said wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

"You...are?" I asked a little confused.

It always felt like he wanted to keep me in here forever.

"Yeah I am, it's time you got out of this shithole...but you do know that you're gonna need help to get out right? You have to prove your ability to live on your own without hurting yourself or others and prove that you'll be able to provide for yourself so you're not triggered to hurt yourself or others...but you already knew that...right?" He said and I stared a bit.

As I said before...I just started researching so I didn't necessarily know much.

"Of course I knew that...but...like how..?" I asked and he chuckled kissing my forehead.

"Don't worry babygirl...I'll help you." He replied then got up and left me with the cake that was left and my thoughts.

Help me? Why does Rick wanna help me?

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