𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 - 𝐀𝐍 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

ONE

KARMA
When I awaken I awake in the same bed in the same isolated white room.
I've currently been sent to a mental institution called, "Florida's Mental Institution For The Youth/ Teens."
I've currently spent 2 years and 65 days of my life in this "imprisonment" more time than the average teenager or child in the program due to the crime(s) i've committed.

I'm currently in the program soley because I was "unmedicated" when I committed all the charges I have.
I battle with depression, anxiety, P.T.S.D, and Boderline personality disorder.

I hear a light knock at the door only to see the nurse that comes with my social worker everyday to come and check on me.
"Hello Karmella, how are you today beautiful" the nurse came to sit on my bed as she put my curly freshly washed hair behind my ear.

I hated when people touched me but she was the only one that made me feel comfortable in the whole facility besides the social worker.
"So it's time to take some of your medication" The nurse said as she put the cup of water and the mini cup of pills next to it.

The always have to sit in the room and watch me take them only because the last time I didn't take them I fought 3 people and one staff in the same day at the facility.
I get annoyed easily and begin to have urge to beat somebody's ass or the smell for blood I will beat you to the point that I can see you leaking It interest my soul to see when I'm mad.

I began to take the pills one by one as I finished the nurse pat my back and rubbed it as I smiled.
It kind of felt like I had a mother that I never got to experience.

My mother is currently in prison for life since she killed her husband for trying to sexually assault me at the age of 5.
She always protected my with tight arms since she never got that protection when she was a young child.

My father was never even around I don't even know what having a father feels like actually.
All I know about him is that he went by "Tony K. Alzaro" which wasn't his real name it was a street alias he ran the Miami drug cartel while my mother was pregnant but then disappeared and was never even seen or able to be traced again.
The pictures that my mother and him had were never found again my aunt said he might've forced her to burn or hide them so he could never even be found by me.

"Okay Karmella I have to leave so you can talk to your social worker about some good news" my nurse said walking away and closing the door as I had a confused look on my face.
"Okay Karmella since your medication and your mental state has became way better over the past 2 1/2 years I have made great progress with your public defender and the judge to say that you only have 25 more days to serve in the institution until your officially proven mentally ready to get out" My social worker said smiling.

"Wait you're serious" I said as my eyes went wide as a tear fell on my white long sleeve shirt.
"Aww it's okay" My social worker said as she leaned into hug me as I put my arm around her in comfort.

"But first we have to figure out a placement home for you since your only 18 and we have to make sure you get into a stable environment and whatever happens from there is your world, we don't want you to end up putting in worse conditions other than here." My social worker said removing herself out of the hug as I fixed my shirt.
"I understand" I said as she got up and prepared herself to walk away.

"Okay bye Karmella I love you make sure you do great on your next 20 days my love" My social worker said as she walked out and close the door.
The reality of the situation finally hit me that I was finally getting out.

But that means that I would be faces the dangers and risk of the real world that I've been dreading to even deal with.
Especially the man that I thought I had love for and who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, Jahseh.

I loved that boy with whole entire soul and to think I might run into him or his side bitch makes me sick to my heart and soul now.
He sent me a letter a year ago that was 3 pages long it made my heart warm but then immediately made it cold thinking about he betrayed me and broke our promise.

He said he would never fall for her trap or make her hurt me ever but he did the exact opposite of that and broke me and broke us.
I never wrote him back or even had the urge to call the number on the letter which was his cell number and the number of the prison he was in.

It was him and that bitch Geneva's fault that we were put in that situation and basically ruined our whole lives.
The fact that I seen hope and potential in Jahseh that his own mother didn't even see in him and he broke that trust and hope for us for somebody who was using him for revenge on me.

I don't have as much hatred for Jahseh as I do for Geneva at all.
I actually don't even hate Jahseh I just have anger and frustration towards him sexually and physically and it makes me feel weird or wrong.

That bitch Geneva on the other hand took all of the fucking money and I'm out to fix my unfinished business with her.
She got out of even getting in police custody because she claimed I "kidnapped her and Jahseh" and said that the money was hers that I tried to steal which isn't even true.

The police let her keep the money while Jahseh and I went to jail and a mental facility while she's running around with 160,000 dollars in cash.
I want my revenge badly and nobody was gonna stop that shit.

I called that whore slut bag my fucking "best friend" basically backstabbed me and claimed money that we all agreed to split, pushed me out of a moving car, and fucked my boyfriend at the time.
I will never fucking accept her apology nor even want to even hear her voice.

"Karmella somebody wants to talk to you" my nurse said while holding a phone.
She came over as I grabbed the phone and looked at her then look back at the phone and put it up to my ear as she exited the room.

"Hello?" I said confused.
"Karma" The voice said.

"Jah- Jahseh" I stuttered as his name slipped like silk off my tongue.
It's crazy how much control Jahseh had over me even after how long we haven't spoked even hearing speak makes me smile.

"Yes it's me now say my right name" Jahseh said raspy.
"Jah we not together sir I'm not calling you that" I said and rolled my eyes.

"We ain't never break up you forever mine nigga now say my name." Jahseh said sternly making me smile.
"Fine, daddy" I said and started laughing as I felt my face getting warm and red.

"Good job babygirl, now i'm getting out tomorrow" Jahseh said.
"Lucky i'm here for another 25 days" I said.

"Oh i forgot you got charged for more than then I did what did you even get charged for" Jahseh said.
"2 kidnapping, money laundering, armed robbery, and assault" I said.

"But you weren't medicated so why the fuck would they even count the assault" Jahseh said obviously getting mad.
Jahseh has really bad anger issues and I guess prison has made it even more worse than it use to be and I hated to see him mad.

"I don't even know I'm just happy I'm getting out sooner than what I was supposed too" I said.
"That's good I'm trying to see you" Jahseh said as I can feel he was smirking especially because of how his tone changed.

I was always interested into Jahseh body language that boy always interest me so much.
The way how he moved, the way how he talked, and the way how when he would get nervous his palms will begin to sweat that's how I knew when he was lying.

He knew not to lie to me because I can easily see the way how his body language would change and how the tone of his voice would change and how I would always look at his palms or hold them.
I think the thought of him losing me to a mistake or me easily getting triggered by something to make me want to leave him made him nervous not the fact he was lying.

"Jah I'll think about it but right now i'm focusing on bettering myself I'm not 16 year old Karma anymore" I said.
"Yeah ight well my time is up since nobody wanted to pay to add more time to my phone calls but bye I love you shorty" Jahseh said.

"I love you too" I said lowly smiling as I peeped the button for my nurse to come in and claim the phone since we were not allowed to call people or have any real contact with the outside world unless they called us or they visited us.