LOSIN' MY MIND|| POLO G

twenty-five🖤

december 30, 2019

nylasia🧸

i opened my eyes checking my surroundings.

hell fucking nah i'm in this hoe again? i thought.

how did i end up in the hospital again? the last things i remembered was watching the new-

"you finally up nya?" a familiar voice said.

i looked to the left where polo sat in a chair, his eyes hung low and they red as hell.

i looked down at my left wrist frowning.

polo noticed and grabbed a cup of water from the counter.

"drink some of this."

i drank some of the water, after looking down.

"you need anything?" he asked.

i shook my head, "speak up nya."

"no, taurus ion need anything. thanks for asking though." i responded and he smiled.

"you had me crying in this hoe fa almost three days." he laughed shaking his head.

"3 days? what day is it today?" i asked sitting up.

"the 30th." he responded.

"hell nah, they needa get me out this hoe."

polo smacked his teeth mugging me, "what you inna rush foe? you gotta stay here for a lil minute."

i shook my head, "darrall said i gotta get back on my get back."

i got up off the bed making my way to the washroom but polo quickly got up holding on to me.

"g all em drugs they gave you, you can't be getting up that quick."

he sat me back down, sitting beside me.

"you gotta get back on yo get back huh?" he asked looking over to me.

i nodded, "yeah, we had this plan to finish my therapy before the time they think i'm gone be done. now i really gotta do it."

"on bro shiesty a real nigga."

i nodded again looking down fidgeting with my fingers.

"aye, i coulda sworn he told you not to do allat."

he lifted my chin up, we were just staring at each other for a long while until somebody cleared their throat.

"aight na, ion wanna see pda." christian walked into the room kissing my forehead before handing me a chick fil a bag.

i smacked my teeth, "ain't shit in here but some fries."

he scratched the back of his hand, "ian know if you was gone be up yet, so i ate em."

"so why hand em to me?" i mugged him saying some of the fries.

"you good? how you feeling?" he asked sitting down.

i nodded my head, "i'm good," but really i wasn't, or maybe i am. i really don't know myself.

"you sure?" he asked and i just shrugged.

"i don't know?"

he sighed, "well liyah been asking about you."

"oh, the last time i talked to her was when i was telling her that me and darrall got into a lil argument."

polo🥳

i furrowed my eyebrows looking over at chris and he gave me the same look, "you called her right after y'all argument?" i asked.

"yeah, i tell ha everything."  she replied.

"every time y'all get into it you run to her?" chris asked.

she nodded, "why y'all asking this? i dead tell her everything, she my bitch."

i tried brushing it off, "i forgot y'all girls be doing that."

"what youon tell your niggas everything?" she asked.

i shook my head, "hell nah. especially when it come to my girl, ion tell em shit."

"mhm, y'all not all like that cause niggas pillow talk den go chat to they guys."

i laughed, "you right, but ian one of dem."

after being with her for a couple hours they had told us visiting hours were over, she's staying with her moms overnight.

chris and i walked over to his car getting in.

"you thinking what i am?" i asked him putting my seat back.

he nodded, "hell yeah, liyah got shiesty killed."

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