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"Da'Jour." Zayla tapped me holding a bag of pills in her hand .
"Yea?" I squinted .
"What is this?"
"Percs." I grabbed them.
"How many you took."
"Ion know." I shrugged sitting them down and laying back . "Hand me that water bottle and you got some Tylenol ?"
"Here." She handed me the water and pills .
"Head hurt like a bitch." I mumbled after swallowing them .
"I bet it do ." She mugged me and she grabbed the percs.
"What you doing?"
"Flushing them in the toilet."
I hopped up real quick and she ran to the bathroom and dumped them in the toilet making my jaw drop .
"You not supposed to be popping these Da'Jour , you slowly killing yourself!" She said as tears rolled down her face . "You acting so careless."
"Ion care no more Zayla , I'm living to die. If I die , it was meant for me to die like that . Ian scared to die no more it gotta happen one day."
"Yea so let it happen without you interfering with it making it come earlier than what it is , why you wanna pop pills and eventually kill your self ?"
"My pain be gone." I rubbed my hands down my face .
