Loves Revelation - On My Block

Scream

With such confusion don't it make you want to scream

I woke up in a hospital bed with a blue gown on. With a deep exhale I looked around the room. It was dark outside and I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't remember what happened and I began to freak out. As tears welled up in my eyes, I saw Monse sitting next to Caeser while holding my brother; all asleep. Jamal was knocked out and drooling in the trash can. I thought I was gonna spot Ruby until I felt someone touching my shoulder and I jumped.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. It's just me," Ruby said in a tired voice. He looked like he just woke up. I calmed down.

"Are you okay?" I took a breath and asked, "What happened?"

Ruby sat on the side of my bed and yawned. He looks worried, but he must be exhausted. "When we were talking on our way to school, you passed out. We rushed you to the hospital and they told us that you'd be fine, but they wanted to monitor you for the next day or two, depending on if you woke up." I was confused.

"Do they know why I passed out?"

Ruby got a little quiet. "Ruby..."

"They think it was caused by "an over abundance of emotions. They think it had something to do with... the events that happened over the last couple of weeks." He said the last part nervously as I looked at him with half rage and half anguish filled eyes. "You don't really have to worry about it right now. You're awake. That's all that matters." He was trying to avoid my possibly explosive emotions.

He got up, but stopped when I started talking. "Why do people keep asking me that question?" Ruby turned around. "What question?"

"Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why ask questions with an answer so obvious? And then they tell me "it'll be okay." My brother and I are orphans. Momma died in childbirth so my brother never knew her. Thank God he at least got two years with our dad before he was gunned down in cold blood, two weeks ago. If people want an answer so bad, then no. I'm not okay. In the span of 16 years, I never wanted anything even though we weren't the most wealthy people, we were happy. Then my mom died, but in return I got my brother and I was okay. But then my dad.." My voice began to break as my silent crying filled the room. Ruby came to me as I collapsed in his shoulder.

He was rubbing my back as I continued. "Now I have the responsibility of raising my brother. And I'm scared. What if he goes the same way my daddy did?" Ruby let me go so he could look me in my pain filled eyes.

"You're not alone. You have Monse, your uncle, Jamal, Caeser. And you have me. You don't have to do any of this alone. You don't have to go through this alone." Ruby was holding my hand and I squeezed it.

"You know, you're very easy to talk to." I laughed a little. Ruby smiles and laughed too.

"Thank you. People say my aura is very welcoming."

Off in the corner you could hear Monse saying, "No they don't." I laughed, trying not to wake my brother.

"Ha ha, Monse." Ruby said. He rolled his eyes and looked back at me. "Are you okay? Nope, wait. Sorry let me rephrase. Are you gonna go back to sleep now?" I smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Alright. Since you woke up, we got school tomorrow," Ruby said as he got back into his makeshift bed that was right next to mine.

"Ugh," I groaned.

Next day...

Monse and Caeser walked back into the room with my bag of clothes that I asked them to bring from home.

"Thanks for the clothes. I'm tired of being in a paper thin hospital gown." I got out of my bed and went to the restroom. I took out my bra and underwear and felt relieved to actually have some on. It is very breezy in hospitals. I pulled out my black sweatshirt that said, "I LUV ME!" I smiled with one stray tear. My dad had gotten this for me when I was being bullied in school because of my weight. I was overweight when I was younger, but I grew into my body later on. (Chunky life rocks) My dad told me to never let anyone bring me down and to always love myself even if others don't. I kissed the sweatshirt. I turned it around and saw the back, which said, "and 🖕🏾anybody who doesn't." I sewed that onto the back when I turned 15.

I put the shirt on and grabbed my overall shorts out the bag, putting them on as well. I put on my converse, glasses, and my small hoop earrings and stepped out of the bathroom. "Has anybody seen my phone?" I asked.

"Right here." Jamal said and tossed it to me. "Thanks."

"Alrighty. Let's go." As we were about walk out, a nurse walked in, saying, "Ok, Ms. Finney. You are good to go- Oh! I see you already were about to." She laughed.

I said, "Sorry. I have to drop my brother off at daycare and then go to school, so we're in a little hurry." She smiled and said, "Go right ahead. You're all good to go anyways." I smiled. "Thank you."

Jamal picked up my brother and we walked out.

We made our way to the daycare again and I said goodbye to my brother with a kiss on the cheek. We started walking to school again when a suspicious looking car rolled by us slowly. These Hispanic looking guys were mean mugging Cesar. They drove off and everyone just ignored it. I was a little skeptical.

"What was that about?" I asked no one in particular. Cesar spoke up. "Los Santos." That was all I needed to not ask anymore questions. When I was younger I used to live around here so I know all about the Santos gang.

We eventually made it to school and walked to the front office. The lady at the front desk perked up. "Good morning, students. Who is this?" She was referring to the basket case; me. This is my cousin, Xalia. She's new to the school and we're picking up her schedule before school starts," Monse said. The front desk lady clicked at her keyboard and printed something out, handing it to me. "There you go, sweetie. Have a good first day!" I thanked her and we left her office as the first period bell rang.

I looked down at my schedule and read the first class on it; English. Monse, Jamal and Ruby went to their classes, while Cesar and I went to English, since we had the same teacher. We talked along the way and I got caught up on some of the shit that has gone down in the past year.

My day was going by pretty smoothly. I had made a request to add Color Guard(A/n - color guard is basically a team of dancers who use flags, sabre's, and fake rifles in their choreography. I absolutely love it) to my schedule. In my third period, I tried out and because of my past in color guard, I made the team. I was going to my new locker to put some books in it. As I was putting my textbooks in, I heard a familiar voice.

"Xalia!? Is that you? I heard you were coming back, but I didn't think it was true." I turned around, annoyance on my face. "Are you really not gonna say anything to your old friend, Aaron?" I turned back around and continued to put my things away. I guess he got upset and pushed my back into my locker and said, "You know what? You don't have to talk. I already know why you're back anyway." He got closer to my ear as I struggled to get free. "How was it watching your father die?"

Your bash abusing victimize within the scheme!
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize!

I almost started crying.

Somebody please have mercy, cause I just can't take it!

All of a sudden, someone pushed him off of me.

Stop pressuring me, just stop pressuring me

It was Ruby and behind him was Monse, Jamal, and Cesar. And Ruby looked mad.

Stop pressuring me, make me want to scream!

"¿Qué le dijiste, puta?"(What did you say to her, bitch?)

Stop pressuring me, just stop pressuring me

He looked like he was about to punch him, but I grabbed Aaron's shoulder and as soon as he turned to me...

Stop pressuring me, make you just want to scream!

I punched him square in the jaw.

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A/n - Sorry. I know I haven't wrote in Wattpad in like two years, but it's quarantine and I have nothing to do right now.

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