MILAN (⚠️UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION⚠️)

SIXTY TWO~ JAIL BIRD| I

ELEVEN| In Horizon

February 1, 2015
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//Milan\\

"When you get out what you plan on doing?" Nae asked me as she taught me how to braid.

Shit getting the fuck away from Joe thats number one.

"I'm going back to the basics it's only to the top now right." I said sarcastically smiling. She smacked her lips at me. "That's the plan at least," I added. "I still have to get my school work up on top of that."

"Ain't you getting put on house arrest too? How do you think you gone do allat"

"I have my ways, a little house ain't gone stop shit." I cheered for myself.

"Mhm cause 6 months of house arrest is a little."

"It is when you're used to a eight o' clock curfew." I retorted with a scoff.

In order for me to get out by the time I was originally suppose to instead of March, I had to agree to the additional house arrest time for violent acts, it was either that or more time, I'm lucky enough im getting off with no probation .

4 months of house arrest, I can do.
It's the year probation I'm worried about.
One slip up, here I go.

"Damn boo." She said dropping my hair, throwing hers behind her back, "Well its better then being stuck in here for a whole year right?"

"Nae-"

"Five months to go."

"It's not your fault with what happened, that bitch gone get whats coming to her for leaving you like that." I said getting heated at the thought of her story, "it wasnt right."

"Yeah I know but thats what I get right..."

"What-Ever that bitch," I chuckled. "Never mind, just know that bitch gone end up on a t-shirt."

"How did you get like this?" She asked.

"How what?" I mugged her a bit.

"You just seeming so nonchalant about this shit, Im just saying."

I chuckled, "I'm mentally fucked up in the head girl. Shit happens." I shrugged.

"You not mentally fucked up shut up, I've seen crazy and you aint it."

"Girl you seeing what I want you to see." I kept it 1k wit her, "I'm holding my shit together. Outside im.....everywhere."

"So what do you look like when your everywhere?"

I looked at her, "A murderer." I whispered to her.

"For real?" She asked trying not to sound sarcastic.

She failed.

"Yeah like no funny shit, theres something wrong with me." I told her honestly, "I be talking outloud when i'm talking to myself, when I think it's just my subconscience but its not." I whisper yelled, "That'on sound crazy?"

"Yeah. I mean, but you know people talk to they selves all the time--"

"And end up in mental institutions." I added, "I just said ima murderer and you taking this for a joke." Even though I being hostile my voice was under three bitch.