𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 | A$AP Rocky.

| 36

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February 24th, 2014.
Keigi

The scorching sun attacked my sensitive eyes, making me tear. I quickly rubbed my eyes and held my knees close to my chest, feeling scared of what's going to happen in the near future; meaning tomorrow in the court.

Even the thought of going to the jail made me shudder.

How did I get into something like this?

Who would do that to me?

What did I do to them?

Questions like these would pop up on my mind twentyfour-seven, while being locked in my room since yesterday night.

I really hope Jake will be able to find out who framed me. I can't waste so many years of my life in a cell. I don't even know if I will be alive for long in there.

Places like jail scare me. The people are literally crazy, I've listened to many stories that my cousin used to tell me. She got locked up for assaulting a police officer and got murdered there. That's so cold.

"God, please help me." I whispered and looked in the ceiling with tears in my eyes. After doing a long prayer, I walked to the bathroom.

"I'm such a mess." I mumbled while sobbing and looked myself on the mirror. I placed my hands on each sides of the bathroom sink and lowered my head, feeling the urge to throw up.

I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning, due to my stress.

"Ugh..." I cried hard and my hands found their way to my hair, messing with it.

"Maybe if I end it all..." this thought has been wandering around my mind for days. And it's a good solution for my problems, if I might say.

It's a risk; tomorrow I may or may not go to jail. Nothing is sure. That's a very difficult decision.

I feel like I'm not ready to leave this planet yet. But no one, except Chynna, will care if I'm going to be here or not.

I still remember their words. They hurt me so much. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the chest multiple times. The only one that said nothing was Rakim. He just sat there with teary eyes and held his gaze on me.

He wasn't as cold as the other members of the mob were that day. Maybe he felt bad for me but still believes that I did it. This is unfair. The whole situation is unfair.

"I can't live like this..." I sighed and tears of frustration filled my eyes. What should I do?

It's something like a dead-end. If I do it, then my soul will rest easy in peace, without any drama or ill feelings.
But, if I won't do it, I may face a long time in jail and even let my last breath there.

And of course, if I won't go to jail, this situation will follow me everywhere. I won't be able to become a successful actress if people find out that I was entangled in something like this.