Wish Achilles happy birthday y'all. Lmao💀❤️
C H A P T E R 35
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"...But you get real on the pill, and I like it..."
One month later: 4 July
Achilles
I never thought I would see my 18th birthday, at that stage in my life I was overdosing on Cocaine and cutting my arms like it was my favorite hobby.
But here I was, seeing my 26th year.
My birthday for years was avoided, the last happiest birthday I can remember was when I was seven, then when I was diagnosed the following year with BPD, my birthday was more of a reminder to my parents that their son was sick.
My birthday was forgotten in that place I called home. I remember when Hendrix and Liandra would get a huge birthday party every time, with family and friends from school invited. Whilst I was locked in the basement.
I cried every time, cried until my heart bled because I couldn't understand why my parents hated me so much.
Then came the constant abuse that left me broken and bruised, and when I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia that hatred my parents held only grew and my emotions and feelings faded away.
Each day darker than the last, I was empty, completely broken, but it helped me, it helped until Hendrix died, I was 17 and I remember crying after his funeral, not wanting anyone to see me so weak.
But when Liandra died...I didn't cry, because what good does crying do? It doesn't help with the shattering mental pain you feel, and it defiantly doesn't bring back the people you last.
Lianique is all I have, she gives me a source of sanity, aside from Mahika. Hell, Mahika makes me insane 80% of the time. If anything ever had to happen to my Baby Lia, I would lose it, fall off the edge into a dark abyss and never come back into the light.
But,these past month has been a complete roller coaster with Mahika, ever since she found out about Tianna and Xavier.
Even though I knew she wasn't going to leave me, all it took was the insecurities deep inside of me to say that in due time she will eventually become tired of my constant fuck ups, and walk out my life.
With Mahika, I'm still trying to figure out my feelings towards her. With the many girls in my life I've come across, I became possessive and obsessively in lust with an eighteen year old.
I haven't left the beach house and neither has she, especially since me and my niggas still haven't figured out who shot at her. When we think we're close to figuring out who them niggas are, we run into a dead end.
But things have been good between me and my girl, ever since we figured out the solution to our problems.
Drugs.
When we're sober, Mahika and I are at each other's throats, screaming and yelling, giving each other headaches, cursing, saying fuck you, I hate you, all that unnecessary shit. We're drug addicts who try to fuel our addictions by fighting.
