Aaliyah
"So u thought I was gon find u huh?" My dad said as I looked up at him.
"Back from the dead huh?" I asked him as I chuckled.
"You really was gon sit there and let me die" he said.
"Bitch I shoulda shot u in the fucking head when I had a chance. You pussy ass nigga, it's been what?? 7 years now??" I said as I did my evil laugh.
"I been plotting to get my family back" he said as he sat on the side of my bed and stared at me.
"What family? Bitch u had a whole nother family talm bout family. U DIDNT LOVE US, bitch u abused my fucking momma and let me and my sister watch. YOU NOT A FUCKING REAL NIGGA NOR FATHER" I said as I yelled at him.
"One thing about me, ion give no fuck about nobody. You my child, just like me" he said as he chuckled.
"ILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU BITCH! I protect mines, unlike you hoe" I told him.
"Family don't kill family either now do they?" He asked.
"He tried to kill me bitch! It was self defense"
"You didn't stop him from shooting me now did u?" He asked.
"Nah, I actually enjoyed him shooting a hole in ya chest" I said and smirked.
"That's why I'm not dead bitch" he said as he grabbed a pillow and put it over my head.
I screamed loud as fuck.
My eyes opened and everybody was looking at me.
My momma held me to her chest and I cried.
Y'all that was scary, I thought I was finna die foreal.
"It's okay baby" my momma said as she kissed my head and rubbed my hand.
I sobbed.
"Jesus, it came back" Nadia said as she walked up to the bed and wiped my tears.
"Oh fuck" Kaliyah said as she held Khalil and Naomi.
"What came back?" Everybody else asked.
"Her PTSD" My momma said.
Damn why she had to tell dem I had PTSD.
After seeing my dad killing folks in front of me when I was young, shit gave me PTSD. I was only fucking 7 when I seen his ass kill somebody, don't no child suppose to see no shit like that. I suffered from it for 5 years.
I had bad nightmares for different folks trynna kill me and wake up screaming and in a pool of my own sweat, flashbacks from when he killed folks in front of me, anger issues, depressed, and I felt numb on the inside.
Had to go to therapy but that wasn't the cure. Me seeing my dad die made me feel good, shit went away after allat shit.
It went away after my dad died and we moved out that house.
"It coulda just been a nightmare" Dre said.
"Nigga I know my child, hush" my momma told him.
"She never had nightmares that she woke up screaming and crying from since we was young. That's most definitely her PTSD coming back" Nadia said as she rubbed my back.
