Hell-Borne

Depression Is A Easy Winner

Lyric wakes up, she walks down the slim hallway to see Naomi sipping coffee.

"Morning." Lyric said, Naomi hugs her.

"The funeral will be on Friday, should I keep you out of school?"

"I'll just go." Lyric said.

"Either way is fine by me." Naomi says, she hands Lyric a cup.

"I added hazelnut creamer to it." Naomi says, her eyes had bags under them, her hair was in a high ponytail and she wore a long robe.

"I'd be caught dead if anyone sees me like this." Naomi says.

"Why?" Lyric asks.

"People are soooo judgemental, they like to worry about that exterior than your interior." Naomi says.

"Superficials." Lyric says with a sigh.

"But I don't let it get to me too much." Naomi says. "I get nervous too." She says with chortle.

"I'd tell them to politely go to hell." Naomi said.

"I'd flip them off." Lyric said.

"You sure you're not my child?" Naomi asks.

"I curse like a sailor." Lyric admits.

"I don't care about that, I do it myself." Naomi says.

"The Reids always curse like sailors." Naomi says.

I can tell she's grieving on the inside, I heard her crying all night....I was too.

"Well I have to go to a meeting later on today, how about you invite that boy over?"

"You trust me with a boy?"

"Hey, you're not doing drugs right?"

"No."

"Bullying?"

"Of course not." Lyric said.

"Lyric, just play it safe, be careful. Besides, he's your friend right?"

"You're turning eighteen anyway, be wild." Naomi says.

"You're something else Naomi." Lyric says.

"I know, I'm the dangerous aunt." Naomi says.

"Well I have to take a shower and get ready." Naomi says.

"Don't stress yourself." Naomi says, she walks into her bedroom.

Lyric grabs her phone.

Lyric - Ace...I need somebody here with me right now...

Lyric looks at her phone. Lyric walks into her bathroom. After her shower she dressed into a green t-shirt and regular jeans.

She checks her phone.

"Come on Ace..." She mumbles. Her heart skips a beat as the line went busy.

"What the hell." Lyric mutters.

Lyric - Ace, I'm starting to get worried....dude text me as soon as you read this.

Lyric's phone vibrates.

246-569-9087: I'd watch my ass.

Lyric - Who the hell is this?

246-569-9087: It sure as hell isn't your boyfriend. We know who you are Lyric Reid, just know, you're next.

Lyric calls them.

"I swear to God..."

"Naomi, can you drop me off somewhere?" Lyric asks, a clatter of heels walk over to her room.
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