I want to know you.
Baby just tell me more.
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Everything was spinning. I had been hit by a car. My face was planted on the cold granite and my blood seeped from my mouth so slowly.
I heard apologies..screaming. I wasn't dead though. I tried to move to grab my phone. But I was unable to move a muscle and it made me cry. I cried. I felt trapped.
I faintly heard a woman saying I was still alive. I heard the sirens. I heard my father pretending to care. Then I blacked out.
Hours later, I woke up hearing Golden Girls on TV. I looked around but my eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet. I was freezing.
"You're awake. Finally. I had to apologize. I didn't see you. Do you always wear all black? I had my lights on but I still didn't see you. You had your hood up Kyra I'm so sorry." I finally was able to see and looked in pain at Mickey. What a coincidence.
"Mickey it's okay. I can tell you didn't do it on purpose." I said pulling the blanket up around me. Mickey was sitting at my bedside.
"I didn't know you had tattoos." She said resting her arms on the bed and her chin on top. Staring at me.
"Yeah I got most of them when I was 16. My mom never cared. Always supported every decision I made." I said with a straight emotionless face.
"I got mine when I turned 18. They're all over the place." She stated looking a little sad.
"What time is it?" I asked looking at the television.
"Almost noon. Are you feeling okay Kyra? I can't help but feel guilty."
"Don't feel guilty. My back and my legs hurt a lot. I just need pain meds and sleep I guess. Don't worry." I said consoling her. She's too nice.
"I'll carry your stuff in school from now on. And I'll carry you if you need it. I'll drive you home everyday. Whatever you need." She said still not breaking eye contact.
I smiled at her chivalry. It was mixed with guilt but most guilty people bring gifts. They don't offer their services to you. She smiled and sat up.
"I got you to smile... Your smile is beautiful." She said before resting her chin again.
"Thanks for all the offers. You can drive me home for a few days but that's all. And thanks for the compliment." I said feeling my stomach growl.
"Are you into girls Kyra?" She asked catching me off guard.
"No." I said bluntly. I was lying straight through my teeth. I didn't want her to pursue me in that way. I would fall in love and I don't want to be that vulnerable to a person.
"Oh...are you hungry? I'll go order some food for you. Here's the menu. Just tell me what you want." Her smile was gone but she still wanted to help me. I looked through the menu and told her what I wanted.
She left me to watch the show and I rolled onto my side. I got on my phone and got on Instagram. I had a new follower. It was Mickey.
I went to her page after following her back and seen that she was very very well known. She had close to 500k followers and was known for her clothing line, dancing, and singing. I knew I recognized her. I wasn't a fan but I see why people like her so much.
I put my phone down and Mickey came back in and got on her own.
"So what do you do for fun?" She asked me.
"I draw and I write. I take care of my mom. I listen to music in the dark. I take pride in being alone." I exclaimed closing my eyes.
"Why don't you ever go out? Just not you?" She asked.
"I don't have people to go out with. Besides I would rather be in my bed than out with a bunch of loud people." I stated bluntly.
"Damn. I'm not loud. But I understand. I'm on the basketball team and I'm always out with teammates and they get loud. It's irritating sometimes. The food should be here soon. I have to go though. I got a game today. Feel better." She walked out leaving me feeling bad.
I felt bad for telling her I wasn't gay when I knew I was. I felt bad for pushing her away almost completely. Oh well. It's better to keep to myself rather than keeping up with someone's expectations of me.
I got my phone and turned on my soundcloud playlist. The first song that played was Ready by Spooky Black. I sang along while feeling drowzy. I wanted to sleep but I wouldn't be able to sleep in a hospital. I never could.
So I kept singing and finally my food was brought in. I still kept thinking about Mickey. Damn it.
Mickey's POV
I went home after basketball and went to check on my siblings. My dad was gone.
"Kennedy!" I called while putting my stuff on my bed. I heard her walking towards the room so I was relieved. She isn't always home.
"Yes?" She asked. I looked at her outfit and shook my head. Tiny ass spandex shorts and a crop top.
"Did you wear that to school?" I asked. She sighed and nodded her head.
"It was hot as hell today Mickey. Let me live." I laughed and walked with her to the babies room.
"Okay first of all, you are 14 years old. You need to put on some clothes because you're not a damn hoe. Especialy at school Kennedy be decent." I picked up the smallest baby, D Boy, and held him because he was crying. The toddler, Jayla, was asleep.
"But all my friends wear clothes like this." She said pouting.
"I don't care. Find new friends. Go to your room and get all the clothes out that I think would be appropriate for school. I'll come look soon." She rolled her eyes and walked away. I sat down in the rocking chair and sighed. D Boy, whose real name is Dre, would not stop crying.
I held him close and rocked him. He was 5 months old. Mom died after she had him. I fed and changed him but he still wasn't done crying.
I was so overwhelmed. Kennedy's friend who had a crush on me came over and Jayla woke up. Dad would be home any time soon. I wanted to talk to Kyra again but it was clear how uninterested she was. Every time I hinted at hanging out she said something about how much she loved her bedroom.
I just needed to vent.
"Sissy can I go downstairs and watch TV?" Jayla asked pouncing out of bed onto the floor like a cat.
"Sure babygirl. Don't do nothing you're not supposed to either." She ran out of the room and I continued rocking D Boy.
