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Twenty four

Jahseh
My mom and Stokeley are currently sitting across from me in chairs while I lay in my bed with an blank stare plastered on my face.

"How are you feeling?" My mom asked.

I'm chained to a bed and highly drugged, how do you think I feel?

"Be nice to your mother," I heard my dads voice echo through my head.

"I brought you some steak," Stokeley placed a ihop bag on the foot of my bed.

I looked away. I haven't ate in six days. Now I've been named anemic. Cause I'm not hungry? I guess whatever.

"How do you like it here?" My mom asked.

Would it be wrong that I want to throw a shoe at her cause of that dumbass question.

A shoe flew across the room and hit her.

I have to stop thinking cause imma end up hurting somebody. I really want to laugh.

"What did I say?" My dad asked me.

Sorry I didn't mean to. I don't know how to control it yet. I'm going to learn I promise.

"Jah, say something please?" Stokeley looked at me with sad eyes.

I've been here for two weeks already and I haven't spoken a word.

"Please?" He asked.

They won't let me leave because I'm anemic now. Tragic. They just make conditions out of anything. Oh he's not hungry. He must be starving himself. He's crying. He must have depression. Bitch the duck?

"Baby?" Stokeley sat beside me.

I moved away.

Don't touch me.

I'll slap the fuck out of you.

"I can't keep doing this," my mom sighed.

"Just give him some time, he's probably just really sad cause he wants to come home. Maybe this is his way of asking to come home?" Stokeley said.

And you would be correct.

"He can't come home until he cooperates." My mom sighed.

Get out.

The floor starting shaking as my breathing got heavy. I felt my eyes get heavy and then everything went back.

Stokeley:

"What's going on?" I panicked when I saw Jahseh start to seize.

A few nurses came in and gave him some shots.

"What's going on?" Miss Cleo  asked.

"He hasn't ate anything in two weeks. His body is starting to get weak. He has to eat," one nurse said.

"Why hasn't he ate? I pay three thousand dollars a week and y'all not even do your job! You're supposed to help him get better! Not make him worse the fuck! " Miss Cleo snapped.