Suicide Hotline ~ NBA Youngboy ~ Completed

~| nineteen |~

~| Baton Rouge, Louisiana |~
~| Carmen House |~
~| May 31, 2017 |~

~| Kentrell DeSean Gaulden |~

Today Carmen had work, so I'm home alone.

That Jeremiah nigga gone to work too.

Just me.

And that's how I wanted it, because today I wanted to be alone.

Didn't want company or nothing.

I been seeing Iyanna text me, but ian respond.

Think Carmen texted me too, shit ion know.

Know when you get into a mood where you wanna distance yourself from everybody?

That's how I am.

I'm already not a people's person.

Sitting back on the bed, I heard the door being rung.

Smacking my lips, Ian even get up to answer.

But it continued.

Quickly getting up, I stomped downstairs, and to the door opening it. "What!?"

"I- baby what's wrong? You haven't seen me calling and texting?" She asked.

"Yes." I mumbled. "Iyanna ion feel like talking to nobody today."

"What's wrong?" She asked walking in wrapping her arms around me as she pushed me in.

Didn't I just say ion wanna be around people?

Al that head you got you telling me it's filled with air? You can't hear shit?

She closed the door as I looked down at her. "I don't wanna talk about it, my therapist will be here soon."

"You always talk to her about your problems, never open up to me. Why?" She asked.

"Because she actually give me advice, helps me, and doesn't say I need to be put on pills or some shit." I rolled my eyes.

Her and my mama claim I need medication.

They don't understand me.

"Because you do, even if you don't wanna admit it." She sighed.

"Get out." I said as I looked down. "Just get out."

She was wrong.

Did I really need medication?

Ion think I do.

We all have problems.

"Kentrell stop shutting me out, please. I'm your girlfriend, let me in, let me help you." She begged.

"Iyanna you just fucked up, because why can't you listen to me? Be on my side?" I asked.

"I am on your side." She sighed.