I'm not entirely sure I understand. What despite everything the crazy white bitch continues. "I just wanna say." I cough. "My name is Alexis B. Kelly and I slurp vampire blood."
"So, you're retarded?" Jimmi eyes me but I ignore her. "I've been addicted sense… I was fairly young."
"Oh…" says Jimmi. "With your addiction Alexis. I must ask. Do you consume you're own period blood?" questions Mrs. Leistner.
"No…" I scrunch up my nose. "I take it by the teaspoon."
"That means you incorporate your own period." says Jimmi. She or he looks at Dushane. "Right?"
Dushane meets her gaze but doesn't say anything. "We should respect one another's struggle. Have you recently drunk vampire blood?"
I shouldn't lie. I told myself, I can't keep doing this. Drinking blood isn't healthy. I don't even have my period anymore which was the first sign of quitting but like I said. I feel as if I have to.
"I haven't."
"I don't get vampire drinkers." Jimmi crosses her arms. Or his. "How can you stand that shit?"
"Well, some people believe vampire blood turns you into a vampire. Or makes you live longer." says Mrs. Leistner. Jimmi looks at me, "So like, are you dying?"
"No," I reply bluntly. "Did somebody force you to drink it?"
"Are you a boy or a girl?" I prode. Jimmi presses their back against the chair. "Are you?" says Dushane.
I ask Mrs. Leister a question. I don't know who Jimmi is, but if I have to take my heels off today or bring one as a weapon. I can rearrange my life and her… its living habits. "I was told that if I did the program, I could get a job."
"Yes and no, the Bloody Hands Program is only offered to criminals at this time. However," she goes through her folder in her lap. "I know a place where you can evolve yourself. Are you poor?"
Ugh. "I have... issues."
"So you're poor?" says Jimmi. SHUT UP DIKE.
"There's a place in Wise on Ascott Way." says Mrs. Leister. "Is there somewhere closer? I live in Portsmouth."
"You can catch a cab to the location."
Bitch, are you listening? She shakes her head and rubs her face, "I'm--I'm sorry. Um, Dushane?" she looks at him.
"What if I leave." I'm about to head out when he does. "We just started." she says. "Ok, I'll come back next session because like I said," he gets up and heads to the door. "I gotta do this for three months."
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That was the first therapy session I ever had where the therapist was new… to talking to people. I didn't get any help this time but maybe it's a form of karma?
I mean, all I do is lie. I'll quit someday, and start the shit right back up. I could go to Locucts, if I knew where the back alleys where and get a cheap ass car. But then I'd have to go through shit and Dushane already said he went to jail for a car.
I'd rather not.
I really walk around to get to places. I should have the thickest legs but I'm rather skinny. And I was so excited for the program. Cause a bitch needs money.
A guess a benefit to drinking vampire blood is that, I'm not outrageously hungry.
I ate last year. I had chicken fried steak with potatoes. What did Jimmi say? Fuck it, I don't even wanna remember. Guess I'll go home and talk to Cooly. She has a job.
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I make it home, thank God.
I should really get like a dog to come bark at me and want to be in my arms. I go and get changed into my green night slip. My hair used to be brown but I dyed it red and I couldn't be more happier with my decision. It was like getting rid of a huge headache.
The first thing I do after changing, I go into the kitchen. I turn the light on and put my hands on my hips looking at dishes in the sink.
It's about 40 dishes piled in there. It stank in this kitchen too.
I go to the refrigerator and look in the freezer. I have meat, all the blood is dried up. I go in my cabinets and grab my muffin tray. I get the cheese and I have a jar of blood. My eyes get big.
I turn on the stove and place a pan on the heat. I make room in my kitchen which isn't that big to begin with. But eventually I go to the table space I have and put all my items there.
I unwrap the meat, it's frozen so I go back to the kitchen and put it in the microwave. Three minutes should do it.
I take it out after three minutes and bend it. It's a little hard in the middle. I set it back in the microwave for another three minutes. Once it's soft enough I go back to the table and unwrap the meat.
While it's still on the wrapper, I shape a little and then I remember I need my nonstick spray for the pan. After spraying the cups, I put the meat in the muffin tray and build a hole in each one.
I don't really know what I'm making.
I start cutting the cheese and put a cube of cheese in the holes. I open my jar of blood and pour enough in the meat to cover the cheese.
Once everything is done, I go to my oven. Everything is ready to be cooked. I put it on 350 and grab my time and set it to 35 minuets.
While that's cooking, I can go chat with people for a while.
Welcome, SmugDraco
>You have eleven messages
>Room: Big Bank Ideas is having a chatter. LongToosieRoll mentioned you
>PussyByTheCents mentioned you in Sloopy Seconds
>CaesarSlay mentioned you in Sloopy Seconds
SmugDraco
>I put food in the oven.
PussyByTheCents
>Get a pizza
SmugDraco
>I know how to cook
>Imma show you when it's done
PussyByTheCents
>Buy a pizza
BlakPlaque
>Hi Alexis
>So Malcolm come back last night and sent everybody a message.
>You read it?
SmugDraco
>Not now, yet.
CaesarSlay
>i hope that nigga dies
>He brought up my baby and everything like he jealous
SmugDraco
>He talked about little, Maurice?
>Why he do that?
CaesarSlay
>Nigga mad because he cussed out Ricka
>She told me she cut herself >:(
>Like she had the nerve to end her life.
>He's going in her inbox and saying all kinds of nasty shit!
PussyByTheCents
>He messaged me and said Ricka doing it to herself
CaesarSlay
>BECAUSE HE KEEP THREATNING HER!
PussyByTheCents
>Malcolm saidshe started it and he sent me a screenshot of a conversation they had
He uploads a picture of Malcolm's screen.
/In4DaVideo: This is the seventh time today you messaged me about nonsense
/GhettoGenesis: I just wanted to know why your URL was named like that
/In4DaVideo: Why ask me that?
/GhettoGenesis: Who are you? What did you do?
/In4DaVideo: I'm a vampire. That's it.
/GhettoGenesis: Like legally?
/In4DaVideo: There is no such thing as a legal vampire.
/GhettoGenesis: Yes there is. THat's how you get to cross the boarder.
/In4DaVideo: Bitch do you mean going through the department? You need papers.
/GhettoGenesis: I just looked you up. You have a YouTube channal called the Red River Channel. You're a conspiracy theorist and you promote segregation. You lie about your age a lot but you really 23.
/In4DaVideo: How the fuck you look my shit up that fast?
/GhettoGenesis: I did this when I first met you. Loike I even know PussyByTheCents's real name is Argen Awan. He's an Arab posing as a black man
SmugDraco
>What the fuck?
CaesarSlay
>Who the fuck is she digging in people's business like that?
PussyByTheCents
>Malcolm is gay. So she even gave away his secret porn video.
BlakPlaque
>Cooly don't start taking sides in this situation
CaesarSlay
>Go eat french fries
SmugDraco
>Is Ricka really like that for real?
CaesarSlay
>I hope she die.
BlakPlaque
>Just say you embarrassed
CaesarSlay
>I suck dick for money and you think have to be embarrassed?
>Baby do you know me?
BlakPlaque
>Whore.
CaesarSlay
>My prices is still the same I know y'all Louisiana boys looking for women just like y'all mothers
>Let me take care of you.
BlakPlaque
>My mama is a church woman!
CaesarSlay
>That's what the pastor said to me to.
>I love tricking niggas out they money
BlakPlaque
>Why you always in my pockets?
CaesarSlay
>Because I hate you
SmugDraco
> XD
PussyByTheCents
>Y'all done?
>I kicked Ricka out when I got the message.
SmugDraco
>Nooo!
>That's still best friend
PussyByTheCents
>You don't have the mental state of mind to be making decisions
CaesarSlay
>I have nothing against Cents but are you going to tell of about the arab side of your family?
PussyByTheCents
>I'm not arab
CaesarSlay
>Oh my God
BlakPlaque
>Seriously, Ricka is already outing business. Just say you arab and you wanna be a nigga
PussyByTheCents
>Y'all are so ignorant. So a black man from Africa can't move to the middle east?
SmugDraco
>Real talk, I didn't know Africa had cars
CaesarSlay
>They definitely have cars
>I saw one with a Lincoln. The real question is how he get the money?
SmugDraco
>True…
PussyByTheCents
>What the solid fuck
>How can you be black and talk about me like that?
SmugDraco
>It's so many liars in this chat :(
PussyByTheCents
>ALEXIS
SmugDraco
>I'm a confused
I'm a cheater too. I should check my message and answer him. That's probably what the mention was. I haven't got in the Big Banks chat in a while and my I have my status on this bitch hidden.
I didn't know, I was fucking an Arab or an African or a mixed breed.
I don't know why he even with me. I forgot how I met him. He lucky I didn't bring up the fact he told me his name was Shihab or something.
I make a quick reply that I have to go and check the oven, damn my house stank.
I have to cover my mouth. I go to my oven and fan away the poison. I get my gloves and take it out.
I should order a pizza.
I hear a rap at my door and go to answer it. I look through the peephole first. It's that nigga bitch from therapy. How the fuck she find me?
I open my door but peek out from the side. "Hello."
I see her hands in her pocket and they come out the pocket and my forehead is wet.