3 months later
LaVaughn Jester
"Sit down." Ant said. I rolled my eyes and sat down. Everyone was in the living room, and I was just walking in the house. "Im tired V, I really am. You been acting out for the longest. I don't know what has gotten into you, but you need to straighten the fuck up." I scoffed causing his head to snap in my direction.
"I understand you went through some shit, but for you to keep popping pills is really unnecessary." He said. "You acting like I can help it." I said. "You can." He said. "How? It's not my fault i'm addicted to them. I was forced to take them, I didn't wanna be addicted it happened. Shit happens." I said. "You can help it, you need to fight the urge to pop them." He said. I shook my head. "You obviously don't understand. I've been trying to "fight" the urge to take them, but I have no support system at all. Every time I try to stop, boom the end up on my dresser. I'll turn the other way, but I can't stay that way forever. Somebody wants me to keep taking them. I pour them down the sink, and the next day they appear on my dresser again." I said.
"Stop blaming everything on other people LaVaughn, own up to your mistakes." He said. "It's not even about the pills anymore. The fact you don't believe me is fucking sad." I said. "How could he believe a junkie?" Amauri asked.
I turned towards her and looked back at Ant. He didn't say anything which made me raise my eyebrows. "Wow. I see where you stand." I said. "I'm done trying. If I OD, leave me where I am. None of y'all give a fuck about my life, so why should I?" I asked. I shook up and headed to the kitchen grabbing a razor before heading upstairs wiping my eyes. I couldn't control the tears at this point. I closed and locked my door before sliding down the wall. I took the razor and began slicing my wrist, not too deep.
I looked up seeing a bottle of pills on my nightstand. This the shit I'm talking about. I poured a bottle of pills down the sink yesterday, and here goes another bottle.
I stood up and through the bottle at the wall, my room still wasn't done. Once again, I destroyed my room. Knocking over dressers and shit in the process. I looked around and screamed out in frustration. I slid down the wall crying my eyes out, I didn't understand. My life was changing, for the worst. I'm really thinking about packing a dipping. Being here with them makes me feel like I'm below them.
When Zaire and Ant leave Amauri and Gianni here with me, they make my life a living hell. Just because they're older than me, they automatically believe them over me. I've been crying myself to sleep for the past 3 months, I can't take this shit anymore. I hated my life before, and now I wanna end my life.
The door opened and in walked everyone and they momma. What the hell they want now? "We decided on what to do." Ant spoke up. "Fuck you." I mumbled. He nodded. "We sending you away." He said. "Y'all don't have that right, I'll kill myself right here right now. Fuck what Amauri say, fuck with Gianni say. They been here for three months, they don't ducking know me!" I yelled.
"You and Zaire know me. And y'all should know it's something deeper than these pills, but of course the world don't revolve around me. I'll be out y'all way in the morning." I said grabbing three suitcases. "And where exactly you gone go. You broke remember." Gianni said.
"I've had it up to here with you and stick ads comments, please try me today. I'm with all the fuck shit." I said. She laughed like something was funny. "Girl sit down, I am too grown to be fighting you." She said. "And yet you acting like a 15 year old." I said. Zaire yanked my arm pulling it towards him. "What's up with you man? First you popping pills, now you cutting yourself?" He asked. I yanked my wrist from him and pushed them all out my room. "Like I said, Ill be out y'all hair by tomorrow morning. Have a nice day." I said.
