7 months prior
May 20, 1996
Mykah
"Honey.. honey.." Mom knocked on my door softly opening it a bit, peaking her head through the crack. My face was stuffed in my Rugrats pillow not wanting to turn around. It had been 5 days. 5 long days without Leigh, my best friend, my other half, my whole heart. It didn't seem real, nothing seemed real. I felt like in an hour or so she would be barging into my room with that same goofy smile on her face. She would say, "I'm back baby!" Like she did every time she entered my room. I sniffled & let more tears fall down my face.
"Mykah, honey." I heard my mother's foot step come closer to my bed then I felt it dip. She tapped my shoulder but I didn't budge. I really really really didn't want to be bothered.
"Mykah." She called out to me again. "Mykah get yo black ass up" She shook me roughly making me moan in annoyance and I sat up swiftly.
"Bro what the fuck do you want? Get the fuck out!" I screamed at her as I pointed to my door.
"Bitch you done lost yo got damn mind. I told you to get the fuck up and get the fuck outta here! I got people coming over." She lifted herself out my bed and began walking around looking at my shit.
I looked at her with disbelief. "Mom, please-" I croaked out.
"Bitch 'ian tryna hear that shit." She waved me off as she looked at the picture of my and Leigh on the wall. "Poor thing. Probably deserved it." She mumbled to herself and turned back around to look at me. "Why you still lying there? Get yo ass in that shower and take yo ass to school. Not gone say it again."
I put my face in my hands and cried softly. Was this how a mother was supposed to treat her child? Huh? This shit wasn't right. I didn't have enough energy for school. I didn't feel like seeing all those kids who would be staring at me, asking questions I didn't want to answer. Did she not understand what I was going through? Or maybe she did, but she just didn't care. She never cared. Never.
"You got 20 minutes to get the fuck outta my house." She pointed at me. "And I'm counting." She then turned back around and walked out my room. I sighed in defeat and brushed my hair back out of my face. Getting up, I walked into my connected bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My brown skin looked dry, my eyes were red and puffy from crying, and my hair.. don't get me started on this mess. I closed my sore eyes and opened them back up. Leigh was standing right behind me. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. I was in complete shock.
"Leigh- you're back!" She smiled at me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Of course Mykah. You know I'll never leave you." I grinned through my tears. "But why did you leave? Are you coming back?" Leigh's smile dropped and she sighed and shook her head.
"No baby. You know I can't come back. But Ima always be here with you, sorta like your guardian angel." I lowered my head in sadness and sniffled quietly. "But-But."
"I might not be here physically, but I'm here with you spiritually, you know that right?" I nodded but didn't say anything. My eyebrows raised as I looked at what she was wearing. It was the same clothes she had on when she died.
