Brooklyn Nights
Tags: Book Writing, Fiction Series, Urban Life, Weed, Stories

…And he puts out the joint with the last inhale for the night. Twitter kept his attention while he scrolled for countless hours only to come up with the though of calling it a night. “What time is it ?”. He sleeps in a room maintained to the best of abilities. Books everywhere at opposite locations of the room with multiple notes taken from doing hours of late night research. They look like they haven’t been touched in weeks. His mind is heavily disorganized. “To be honest, it’s getting late.” He has Netflix on, but he’s laying down staring at the ceiling. His phone faced flat on top of the dresser at the front of the room. He reaches for it and notices a number he doesn’t recognized is calling. Letting it ring out, He remains unfazed, lays his phone by his ribcage facing up. Out the blue a shriek loud enough to alert the neighborhood there’s a altercation outside is heard. He turns his head to the left of the room, staring at the curtains. Uninterested, he returned back to his resting posture.” No one is going to help you”. And no one did. The screaming had progressed into an aggressive argument. As the yelling continued, His eyes were beginning to lower. At short notice, sirens rang out from a distance. Bang ! Bang ! The air is suddenly heavy. Eyes wide open in distraught, Heart racing, and his mind is at a standstill. The sirens grew louder as the vehicles came closer. They finally approached the house and continued driving. As the sirens dissipated, the air became less heavier than it was. “Crazy night”. He spoke after remaining silent for an hour. His phone buzzed with an Alert. “Baby you awake ?”. He glanced over the text. He writes back “Yeah” She replies “I’ll be over in 10”. “Cool, let me know when you’re here”. The high begins to kick in. “Slow rise huh”. He can feel himself feeling slightly disoriented. “ Wait” He feels the high intensifying. “This is different, I’m way too high right now” He starts to move towards the right side of the bed to stand up still. As he stood up, He leaned to the right till he eventually fell on his head. The sound of landing on ground shook the first floor, but no one came into the room. Instantly, he’s knocked out. At last footsteps are being heard walking towards the room as the door knob is twisting slightly to the right. She walks into the room and finds him on the ground. Her reaction was quick as she ran to him to check if he was okay. She rushed as she searched her bag for her phone and dialed 911. “911 How can we help you”. As she is explaining the situation, she felt his hand tap her knee, she stares down at him and he begins to seize. “Quick, He’s having a seizure, what do I do ?” Hysterically crying, The dispatcher instructs her of a quick maneuver to help ensure he survives from the seizure. Finally the ambulance has arrived and she rushes downstairs to let them in. 2 uniformed EMT’s rush into the house “Where is he” they asked hastily. “He’s upstairs in the room to the left” and they ran up the stairs in a militant manner. As they reached the room, they found him laid out on his stomach with foam from the side of his mouth. One of the EMT rushed to him and quickly put their fingers on his neck. “WE HAVE A PULSE” She yelled out. “But it’s weak, if we don’t get him out of here now, he won’t make it”. “Mike help me get him” The second EMT grabbed him up and they carried him down the stairs. She stayed downstairs and kept her composure by the door as she sees them rushing downstairs with him in their arms. They put him on the stretcher and lifted him out the house. “I’m coming with you” she said as they were leaving. She ran up the stairs, grabbed her jacket and bag and ran downstairs out the house. She runs to the ambulance and they let her in. “It’s time for him to see a therapist” she says to herself under her cracking voice as they closed the door and drove off.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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