"Everybody's at war with different things, I'm at war with my own heart sometimes." - Tupac Shakur.
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August Anthony Alsina or 'LIFE' as he is known by around the streets, is a cold hearted drug dealer, King pin to be exact. Every...
"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive.. Never Surrender." - Tupac.
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Kay's POV - Saturday, June 14th.
Pain.
That's all I felt when I woke up. My body was hurting so bad, & it felt like someone was constantly banging a sledge hammer on my head.
Looking around my surroundings, I notice that I was in a hospital room. Raising up slightly in the bed, I wince when a sharp pain shoots through my side.
"Be careful." A deep voice says from the corner of the room.
Looking to where the voice came from, I notice Life sitting in one of the hospital chairs w/ a emotionless facial expression.
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"Life, what are you doing here?" I ask him. "Matter of fact, what am I doing here?" I frown, when I notice how scratchy & dry my throat was.
"You'n rememba what happened?" He asks me, handing me a glass of water.
"What happened when?" I ask, gulping the water down quickly.
"Think about it.. why you in hea & why you in so much pain." He says. "You rememba now?"
Thinking back, I finally realize why I'm here.
"T-that man ... he beat me" I mumble.
"you see what his face looked like?"
"N-no, he wore a mask." I say lowly.
Sighing, he rubs his hands over his face before speaking.
"How you feelin?" He asks me.
"Everything hurts." I groan. "Were you the only person that came to see me?"
"Nah.. ya dad came like 4 days, he left a couple hours ago tho he had to work. Dre & Nicki came to see you to."
"4 days? How long have I been in here?"
"Like a week." He says bluntly.
"A WEEK?" I exclaim.
"Yeah, you were in a 3 day coma from da many blows to ya head." He says, shaking his head.
"Yo-" I start to say, but get cut off from the door opening.
"Good afternoon Ms.Evans, i'm Doctor Morgan." A tall white man in scrubs enters.
"Good afternoon." I say lowly.
"I see your up, how do you feel?" He asks me, while checking my many bruises.
