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❛ . . . COME TO DEATH ROW ! ❜
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in which a young californian native
gets signed to the most dangerous
record label known to mankind, a...
WELCOME TO DEATH ROW ! ( CHAPTER FORTY ONE : SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? )
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❝ LIFE CAN BE ONLY WHAT YOU MAKE IT. WHEN YOUR'RE FEELING DOWN, YOU SHOULD NEVER FAKE IT. SAY WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND AND YOU'LL FIND IN TIME THAT ALL THE NEGATIVE ENERGY, IT WOULD ALL DECEASE. ❞
EXCERPT : MARY J. BLIGE , MY LIFE.
Tuesday, January 2nd, 1996 • Los Angeles, California
OMNISCIENT
TUPAC EYED THE WINDOW, watching Mika lie in the hospital bed, her body turned in the opposite direction of where he stood. It was the day she was going to be discharged and although she expected Larenz to pick her up, Tupac wanted to do it instead.
In the midst of what happened, he and Larenz decided to put their differences aside, especially due to how serious things transpired. He wouldn't even stop beating himself up about the way he handled things that night.
It was all a blur to everyone. Everything was going so fast and he felt he had no control over what happened. But that still didn't take away his regret.
Fortunately, the bullet only grazed her abdomen, so there were no life threatening injuries. She was still shaken up about it though. She felt like she could've lost her life and it made her rethink everything, that's for sure.
Tupac knew that he was probably the last person that she'd want to see but he couldn't help himself. He took a deep breath before turning the doorknob, stepping foot inside of the room that was at a very low temperature.
"I-it's me, Mika. It's Pac . . ." He cleared his throat as he hesitantly inched towards her but she quickly yanked her arm away from his hold but not without wincing at the sharp pain that shot right through her body.
He stepped further away from the bed and watched her struggle to turn around. "I can help you, I know how it feels-"
"No, I don't need your help." She spoke in a stern tone, her voice full of pure venom and anger. He watched as she reached over for the nurse call button.
"You don't have to do that, Mika . . . damn, let me help you," He tried to reach over for her but she only grabbed the glass vase that resided on the counter beside her bed and charged it towards him but it broke against one of the surrounding walls behind him.
