My Mind And Her (Completed)

Chapter 18

Zariah

I stood infront of the mirror staring at my reflection. I had my toothbrush in hand and I just began to brush my teeth, ignoring the anxiety I felt.

I got dressed in casual clothing and went down for breakfast. Andrea was seated at the kitchen counter with her laptop in front of her. She looked up from her computer. "About damn time your ass woke up. Your food is in the microwave."

I looked at the clock that hung on the wall. It read ten to ten which wasn't that late. I took my food from the microwave and sat right across from her. The counter was wide so I wasn't in her space; well I hope I wasn't.

"Thank you." I said to her and of course she didn't say anything back. I started eating the toast and egg that she prepared.

"Do you want to be homeschooled or do you want to go to school." She asked. I quickly swallowed my food before responding, "I'd like to go to school."

She stared at me for a few seconds. "You'll start on Monday." I just nodded and went back to eating. Andrea continued her work and I smiled. I was excited to go back to school.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out, hoping and praying that Andrea doesn't say anything. It was a text from Mia. 

My mom won't be home for the whole day. Come over, I have a surprise for you.

She added the kiss emoji at the end. I looked up at Andrea and her focus was still on her work. I shifted in my seat then cleared my throat. "Uhmm mom, can I spend the day with Mia today?"

She looked up me then went back to typing. "Yeah, once you're done cleaning the house."

I nodded then rushed to finishing my food. She stood up then left with her laptop in one hand and the other held her phone. "And drink your meds, I don't need you acting up in other people's houses." With that she continued walking out. I stood up and went to wash my plate. I drank my meds after then went up and got ready.

The house wasn't dirty because Andrea loves a clean living space so she cleans when she finds something dusty. I just did the bare minimum of cleaning. Dusting and sweeping. I sent Mia a quick text.

Give me an hour.

When I was done with all my chores I decided to just take an uber to Mia's house instead of asking my mom. I didn't say goodbye to her when I was leaving.

I knocked on the door and was greeted by Mia who happened to be dressed in my clothes. I stared closely at her facial features and knew that I was talking to Mia and not Jordan.

"Jordan stole them from you." Shs defended. Which was true because in the facility Jordan wore my clothes and I didn't think to get them back from her. I walked in and made my way into the kitchen to get a bottle of water.

Mia and I basically grew up together so I made myself comfortable whenever I visited. Her house was my second home. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Charison sitting on the kitchen counter. She looked more buff than the last time I saw her and she had more tattoos that covered both her arms. She looked at me and she still had that cold look in her grey eyes. I felt myself get angry.

"You little bitch!" I yelled at her. All this time she'd been around and hasn't came to visit. She just didn't care about us. I looked at the knife that was layed on the counter, probably was used earlier. Charison hopped off the counter and I grabbed the knife. I was going to kill her intentionally. I swung the knife at her and I missed.

She pushed me back with so much strength and I stumbled back and fell on the floor, the knife falling out of my hands. Charison kicked the knife away from my reach so I kicked her in the stomach. She groaned and hovered over me and that when I took the opportunity to throw punches where I could. She started fighting back and her punches felt like I was being hit with a baseball bat.

"Stop it!" We heard Mia yell. We both stopped fighting then she got up. "You're both so childish." She said. I got up and chuckled. I looked at Charison who's mouth was bleeding. I felt the metalic taste of blood in my mouth so I spat it out on Charison's face. She looked at me in disgust and wiped it off with her shirt.

"What's your problem bro?" She asked me. I just smirked. "You're full of shit." She stated.

"No ,you're full of shit. You didn't even visit us, not once." I was angry and she showed no emotions. She didn't care.

"That's because I was serving." She dryly said. I stared at her because what does that even mean.

"What were you doing these past few years?" Mia asked her. Charison hopped back on the counter. "I was serving for this country. I joined the army. I did two years of service but this year I'm not active. So I apologize for following my dream and not visiting y'all on a daily basis."

"But why didn't you just tell us?" Mia asked and gently held Charison's hand. Mia is just like her mother, loves holding people's hand as a sign of sympathy. Charison slowly pulled her hand out of Mia's grip. Charison hates physical touch, when people touch her unnecessarily.

"Y'all didn't need that stress. I wanted you to focus on getting better, and not worry about if I'll make it out alive or not."

She gave a small smile. Charison's not really open to sharing things with anyone unless she's asked. Ever since her parents died in a train explosion she'd been very closed off, especially when it comes to her emotions and feelings. I had no idea that being in the army was her dream.

Mia had tears rolling down her face and Charison and I stared at her in silence. Charison took out a small baggie out of her pocket that contained pills. She took one out and popped it in her mouth.

After her parents died she started smoking weed, taking Xanax pills and drinking lean. She doesn't really drink alcohol cause she said she doesn't want to become like her brother who is an alcoholic.

She got me into Xanax and lean but I don't do the other stuff. Mia only smokes weed and occasionally drinks. I know that it's not good because of my condition but if it helps me then why not.