Teyanna walked into Tyreeks room with a full smile on her face "Brotherrr!" she squealed with the intention to annoy him
"Girl what do you want." he spoke , full attention on the game in front of him
Ignoring Tyreek's focused attention on the game, Teyanna continued her playful intrusion. "I just wanted to grace you with my presence" she teased, perching herself on the edge of his bed.
Tyreek sighed, trying to maintain his concentration. "Can you do that shit somewhere else."
Teyanna's grin widened as she reached for the game controller "i've been gone for two weeks , is this how you treat your favorite sister?" She nudged him, determined to disrupt his gaming sanctuary.
Tyreek swatted her hand away from the controller, a half-smile escaping despite his attempts to stay focused. "You know I got love for you, Teyanna, but can't you bother me after this match?"
Undeterred, she leaned in, eyes fixed on the screen. "Who's winning, anyway? Let me play."
Tyreek chuckled, relenting a bit. "Fine, one round. But don't complain when they get to beating your ass."
Their banter filled the room, a brief escape from the intensity of the game. Siblings in their own world, navigating the balance between teasing and genuine connection. As the game progressed, Teyanna's competitive spirit emerged, surprising Tyreek with her skills. Laughter and friendly taunts filled the room, momentarily replacing any earlier annoyance.
"I'm raw as hell at this shit better than you," Teyanna grinned, reveling in her small victories.
Tyreek, despite a feigned look of defeat, smirked. "Ian gon lie , you looking kind of ass compared to her tyreek." Ja'Shawns voice was heard through tyreek's headphones
Their gaming session turned into a lighthearted sibling competition, the room echoing with the sounds of button mashing and playful jabs. In those moments, the bond between them became more evident, transcending the annoyances and creating memories.
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Yanna
(trigger warning) As I opened my eyes, the remnants of that dream clung to my consciousness like fragile threads I found myself reliving moments with my brother, the laughter and connection that defined our bond only to be woken to the fact that he was no longer here. The emptiness settled in, and I couldn't escape the sadness that lingered, the dream's illusion fading into the harsh reality of his absence.
I stared at the ceiling letting tears fall onto my clothes from the other night.
I was never one to let things get to me but losing tyreek completely broke me, i felt like a piece of me had been snatched out and burried forever. i just wanted him back. i was hurting so much i couldn't bare the pain. I wanted it all to go away. for me to go away so i wouldn't suffer anymore. i just wanted to see my brother again.
I stood up walking into the bathroom looking for anything, through this process i didn't realize i was completely tearing my bathroom apart finally i found it , i shut my eyes closed as i held it up to my thigh each cut a desperate attempt to take away the pain i was feeling
"Aye diamond, I came to give your keys back i forgot I-" my eyes shot open to see kee standing by the door with the most distraught look on his face
"What the fuck are you doing?" he steps towards me looking at the blood emerging from my thighs
in one motion he stepped forward grabbing the razor from me pocketing it "that shit is dead and done." his voice harsh
he pulled out his phone before dialing a number and letting it ring , i assumed it was Ja'shawn. he called four more times before he realized he was probably busy and couldn't answer "fuck." he mumbled
"yeah we ain't having this shit no more" he began searching through my bathroom for anything sharp objects pocketing it as well , when he was done he picked me up placing me on the sink counter standing between my legs. i watched as he skillfully cleaned up my wounds wrapping my legs with toilet paper since that's all we had. He was probably used to doing shit like that
when he was done he finally looked me in my eyes. knowing my eyes were bloodshot red from crying i looked away , i was scared he was going to judge , wasn't going to understand why i did what i did.
he turned my head towards him looking me in my eyes "you good diamond i got you." he told me before pulling me into a hug. it took me awhile to hug back cause i was honestly shocked i wouldn't have never thought he would, but he did
as soon as i hugged back i found myself sobbing onto his shoulder he began rubbing my back in circular motions "i don't want to be here anymore keontae." i admitted to him in a whisper
Keontae tightened his grip on me, his voice calm yet firm, "it's a lot of muh' fuckas that love you teyanna , you ain't never alone in this shit." His words carried a genuine concern, and it was evident in the way he continued to comfort me.
He took a step back, maintaining eye contact, "talk to me." His tone was gentle, encouraging me to open up about the struggles I was facing. The bathroom felt like a sanctuary in that moment, a place where vulnerability was met with understanding.
I hesitated before speaking, the weight of my emotions making it difficult to articulate my thoughts. "I've been hurting so much since Tyreek died,I don't know how to handle it anymore." Tears welled up in my eyes again as I spoke, and he nodded in understanding.
He waited for me to continue , Keontae's patience and support created a space where I felt safe sharing my pain. As I began to recount my struggles, he listened intently, offering occasional words of reassurance. "This is the worse it's ever been." i admitted looking down picking with my nails
After pouring my heart out, he responded, "I promise you , everybody going to help you through this. ion want you to think you're too fucked up or too far from help either" he lifted my head to look at him again "keep your head up for me mama."
That's when he picked me up once again , taking me to my bedroom. he sat me down on my bed before looking at the time on his phone "I'll stay until Ja'shawn gets here. we gon figure some shit out together." he tells me before sitting down next to me
"Diamond." he calls out to me prompting me to look over "Promise me you ain't gon do that shit again." he looks me in my eyes
I look to the ceiling considering his wish of keeping my head up
"I promise keontae."
As we waited for Ja'shawn, I began to sense a shift in my perspective. With Keontae's support and the promise I made, a flicker of determination sparked within me. The road to healing was uncertain, but his presence made the journey seem a bit more manageable.
