((awful things))
cinira 'nyiah' point of view
- april 31st 2022 -
it's been two weeks since that whole 'aaliyah getting her hand basically crushed by a door' situation and people still been finding a way to talk about it.
like, none of them know nothing about the situation but they continuing to put they two cents in as if they do, which is actually starting to irk my nerves.
our school got this instagram page that be posting dm's people be sending in, and this one bitch told them to post her story talkin' bout sum, 'guys i just feel so bad for that girl :( if y'all kno her personally tell her 2 hmu and we can talk abt all the ways i can make her feel better 💕😝'
most definitely giving weird considering aaliyah don't even know she exists, yet that hoe all on instagram acting so fuckable.
it's giving pathetic. desperate. like, you can't tell me that's not slut behavior.
anyway, i'm hugged up with chris against the wall as he talks with his friends, while i wait for the line to go down so i can go into the lunchroom.
every time those lunch ladies serve nachos everybody wanna eat all of a sudden.
any other day, around this time, aaliyah would be at the vending machine buying herself a bottle of water and a strawberry nutri-grain bar like she usually be doing. not today though. aaliyah haven't been here in almost two weeks.
people been saying she had to get surgery, or that her momma took her outta this school because they was at fault with these doors, but nothing confirmed.
i honestly don't even think the door messed up her fingers that bad but it's not my business to think about it.
"ain't you going to lunch?" chris asks, gently trying to shrug himself outta my grasp. i turn my face up and let him go. 'cause if he don't wanna be held, that's all he had to say. "fallon nem problem waiting on you,"
"i can't stand right here with you for a minute?" i look at chris.
he just shrugs, turning to look at me as he pulls up his pants a lil. "i mean, y'know i'm tryna be early for my classes this semester. you up here slowing me down.."
"stop acting like you not finna ditch and go get high somewhere." i tell him quickly, feeling myself get a lil mad. "i don't care anyway."
i end up walking away from him and he don't even chase after me. chris never chases after me.
when we argue, we go almost a week without talkin' and i always gotta be the one to apologize first and he just be half-assing his. one day i'ma actually breakup with him and never go back, but that's one day.
not today.
i pass the long lunchroom line and walk a couple more doors down to the nurse office. i'll probably just lie to nurse bello and tell her i'm cramping. she always let girls lay down for as long as they need to. giving them a heating pad and everything.
not bothering to knock since the door wide open, i gently step in, but pause when i see aaliyah sitting on the bed with her arm held out. nurse bello standing in front of her with lila next to her.
"ms. davis, just try to move your fingers. i can't sign off until you do. coach lee needs to know if you can perform well enough to play in the next game." nurse bello tells her gently and aaliyah stays silent, squinting a bit, eyes narrowed at her left hand. "try, ms. davis." bello sighs.
"i-i am," aaliyah tells her. "i can't move it.. i don't know what to do." her voice gets all shaky and i back up a little, not wanting to see her cry.
i've never seen aaliyah display an emotion other than anger or irritation. i've always thought she wasn't the type to cry.
