She texted back immediately.
Kenz:
What happened now?
Me:
She got that dumb ass doctor to put me on medication.
Kenz:
What’s wrong with that, Ghana? Maybe it will help with your mood.
Me:
So, you’re against me, too?
Kenz:
Never against you, brother. I love you and just don’t want you to black out again. It’s not something I’m particularly fond of.
Me:
I’ll never hurt you, Sis. You know that . . . right?
Kenz:
I know. I just don’t want you hurting anyone else.
I didn’t reply as I stared at the screen before blacking it out. Kenzi didn’t have to say it, but I knew she was afraid of me. I knew right then I had to get my shit together, or I was afraid I would black out one day and hurt her, and not purposely. I couldn’t risk hurting the only person who gave a fuck about me.
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you,” I heard Kenzi chanting as I opened my eyes to see her walking into my room with a single cupcake and a candle burning inside.
I sat up, wiped the sleep from my eyes, and smiled, even though I didn’t have shit to be happy about.
“Thanks, Sis.”
“Make a wish,” she urged, pushing the cupcake toward me. I closed my eyes and wished that I wasn’t fucked up in the head, then blew out the candle. “Eww, your breath stinks.” She giggled. I took the cupcake, pretending I was about to eat it, then smashed it in her face and laughed.
She stood in shock, then wiped some of the icing off her cheek and smeared it on my face.
“Big head! See if I bake you anything else!”
I side-eyed her and laughed. “If you baked that, then I know hell has frozen over.”
She laughed. “Shut up.”
“Yo’ mama here?”
“No, but she left you two envelopes.”
I scoffed. “Where is it?”
“On the table. What you got planned for today?”
I shrugged. “If your mama lets me outside, I’ll probably go hang out with Darius.”
“Oh.”