Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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Sitting in a car with Jericho was one of the most awkward encounters I've ever experienced. We didn't know what topic we could relate to.
There was nothing we could relate to.
After a particularly long stretch of silence, he cleared his throat, "you shouldn't break things when you're mad. You could get hurt."
"No way?" I scoffed, gesturing to my bandaged fists, "I had no idea."
His lips pursed, "I think you should find something to calm you down." He pushed on, despite my attitude.
I laughed at the nervousness in his tone. He expected me to blow up in anger like Ezekiel, like Evan. I wasn't like those men. I'd never be like those boys; that couldn't control their arms when the situation rose too high.
That couldn't control their tone when they felt unjust. I wasn't like that. But Jericho didn't know me; I can't blame him. I didn't know him either. I have a good idea, but I could be wrong. We didn't grow up together. We did, but not really. Much like Ezekiel, Jericho was already a teenager by the time I was old enough to play.
And now he's a full adult. With a wife. He's got a whole life on mine; but I've gone through more.
"You think I have a problem?" I chuckled, shaking my head.
His brows rose, "you don't think you do?"
"I know I do, Jericho. I'm in no rush to fix it." I shrugged and turned to look out the window. Everything about the earth became so beautiful after being deprived of it for a year. That I couldn't help but marvel in it every chance that I got.
People don't seem to understand the importance of all the things around them. They don't understand until it's no longer there.
Like a tree in a yard cut down for taking unnecessary space; only to realize a moment too late the cool shade you enjoyed was only ever provided because of its presence.
It's a sad reality. A cruel one.
"That's not a good way to live," Jericho sighed, "that anger? It eats you up from the inside out."
I only hummed in acknowledgment, rubbing the exposed part of my wrist. Lightly tracing an imaginary line. I paused the movement and stared at the area.
The bluish hues that revealed against the paleness of my inner arm. Veins so close to the surface. I could just-
My heart stalled at the thought and I shook my head to rid myself of veering further onto the path of self destruction.
"I think you should see someone," he suggested.
"Like...dating? A therapist? Dead people?" I listed off nervously. Knowing exactly what he meant.
