I've always pondered on deaths door, but he's never opened. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life.
I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been wa...
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I take a drag off the cigarette and chuck my lighter back into the cup holder, blowing smoke out the driver's side window as I wait outside Zain's house.
I asked him for stuff and that I'll meet him at the park as per usual. But no! He doesn't have anything other than weed thus he told me he'll get me some coke. But no! He doesn't have a car because it got stolen... again.
I close my eyes as I squeeze the steering wheel, placing my head against it. I stay in this position for a while that I almost fall asleep until I hear a knock on my window. I shoot up, looking over at the passenger side. Quickly unlocking the door, Zain opens it and gets in. He relaxes his ass in the passenger seat of my car.
"Hey, hey! Long time no see." Placing an arm on my shoulder, shaking my body. My lip tugs up and I feel my body fill with dopamine when I see him. He laughs, putting on his seatbelt as I start the car, pulling away from the curb and onto the street to get the hell out of Brooklyn.
This area that Zain lives in isn't necessarily dangerous. It looks like it, but he says everyone is too zen to care. "How have you been?" I ask him, switching gears as I push in the clutch. He sighs deeply, plucking the cigarette out of my mouth which makes me gasp.
"I got jumped three weeks ago by some of my enemies." I shoot him a look, shocked by what I just heard. "I was out and then I see these three guys come up to me with guns and one kicked me in the back of my leg, the other punched me and the other kicked my ribs." He scoffs, inhaling the smoke before blowing it out. "However, I had one in each arm. If I had a third arm, I'd have them all down." He laughs.
I cock an eyebrow at him. "Apparently I spread a rumour about two of them fucking. I'm just saying, if you're gay, be gay. If you're straight, be straight. I don't care." I laugh under my breath.
Zain is always getting jumped. Every time I see him, I get a new story on how he got robbed or beat up. It's entertaining during the drug pick-up sessions.
He flicks the ash out the window and takes another drag. "How's senior year? Got into your college of choice yet?" College is months away. My parents want me to study in the country at Harvard, Princeton or YALE. However, I would hate being there. I want to go overseas like Singapore or Europe. Anywhere, but here.
"No, not yet." I shake my head, turning onto the next street as Zain gives me directions to the hotspot. "My dad wants me here."
Zain scoffs at my statement as realisation hits me. I still got the entire year to go, but college is soon.
Different countries. Different schools. Different people. Soon everything is going to change and I'm absolutely terrified yet grateful it's coming.
"Okay, turn here." Zain clears his throat. "But there's no road." I say as I keep driving. "Just turn." Quickly, I turn the wheel to the left, going off the road as I hear a car honk behind me. I gasp loudly, feeling the rocky road and my car bump.
