The ghetto child ,the sad case ,the unfortunate one, and wait a minute you can't leave out the forgotten one.
Usually these assumptions would make me angry well all except one: Ghetto Child.
This story takes place where last breaths, fast money an...
"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude."
Maya Angelou
Follow up on GhettoChild:
Jai'yanna contemplated a diversion from Tuesday's stress, envisioning a fun-filled day at the skating rink with her friends. However, life had other plans, and she found herself grappling with pain instead of peace. They say life is like fishing, but like a fisherman, we often let the smallest catch slip through our fingers. Why would we hold on to something so insignificant? Yet, we do. We cling to the smallest things in life, and in doing so, we end up hurting...
Instead of nurturing, loving, and caring for it so we can let it go, we end up hurting. Jai'yannas greatest attributes could be her quickest demise.
She perceives life as harsh and unforgiving, making simplicity an unfamiliar concept for her. Consequently, she unconsciously projects this mindset onto the world around her. Over the course of two days, Jai'yanna's worth in this world was revealed to her. In just a few days, she transformed from an unrecognizable person to the most sought-after female in the game.
At this moment, reality is gently revealing a fragment of the truth to our protagonist, and she is gradually opening her eyes to a side of life she has never encountered before! Will she possess the necessary qualities to capture and retain what she seeks, or will the vastness of the world be her ultimate limit? Discover the answer in this captivating tale...
Chapter 7: Unrecognizable ❤️🩹 August 27th Thursday
Jai'yanna's Pov:
I stirred in my sleep, battling Christian in my dreams. A chilly breeze brushed against my toes.
The feeling instantly made my eyes pop open. I found myself in a dimly lit blue room, with a mounted TV on the wall and old-fashioned BET posters adorning every surface. A throbbing headache assaulted my mind, and my throat felt like sandpaper. I had cotton mouth, as if I had been drinking too much.
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Slowly, the memory of last night crept into my mind: I was arguing with Christian when his hands suddenly went around my throat. I took what I believed was my final breath before passing out.
I sat up, canvassing his room. The clock on the nightstand read 6:07 am. I rubbed the sides of my neck, still feeling the grip Christian had on me. 'Why did he do it?' I wondered.
The next breath I took in this moment sent shivers down my spine, causing my entire body to tremble with terror. I let out a silent cry. And there, beside me, lay this ignorant, oblivious bitch—sleep. I wish I could place a pillow over his face and suffocate him.
