Beyond The Dead/ Issue 42

About That Life - Issue 42 of Beyond The Dead
Jeremih awakened in the same scenery as he was in before. He rubbed his crusty eyes, to get a clear vision of his room. He moved his neck back in forth, cracking it in both directions. He reached under his blue pillow to pull out his beloved journal. He stood, still half naked as he only had his boxer briefs on. He continued to the corner of his room, as he just kept focus on his pen.



He pulled out the chair, and sat down. He quickly felt comfortable, as he opened his journal 20 pages in. He pulled the tip of the pen, and slid it across the long brown desk with no remorse.

''Dear person reading this. I am not a girl, I’m a young black male named Jeremih. Seriously thoe, don’t think I’m like weird or some shit that I’m writing in this journal. I don’t like to think if it as a diary, but in reality, its pretty much is. DayDay and Holiday, don’t even know I have this journal on me. They don’t even know I even have some knowledge to me. I guess I write something about my life. I like to remember it as if, it was a bad TV sitcom. ''

''Growing up in Baltimore was always rough. I don’t even remember the amount of teachers that actually cared about me. I had one teacher; Mrs. Bloom… She asked me that one day what I wanted to be when I grew up… So being a normal person, I answer her and said I wanted to be a sports therapist. Work with all the elite superstar athletes, and stuff….But this bitch strait up told me, I wasn’t gonna be shit when I grow older. Well not literally shit, but you get the point. ''

''Well besides that, I’ve had to watch friends die… My bud Roscoe actually died right before this shit all happened. He overdose on some fucking Molly’s… Let me tell you, mollys aren’t cool at all. Shit will stop your heart from pumping. Have I ever tried them? No, I’ve read about them in my community college class! ''

''Sometimes I feel like the world just strait up hates me thoe. Before all of this started, I was getting my life back together. Did I have a girl beside me? Hell no, too ugly for that shit. As I was saying thoe, I’ve somehow was able to score actually decent on my SAT! Now, the next thing I’m finna tell you is just weird… But I actually played soccer. I guess it isn’t that weird, but I was actually really good! I had the chance to go D-1, but grades took apart, and I ended up going to a community college! The original plan was for me to succeed at a junior college, and then transfer to a university! ''

''Obviously none of that panned out, although I did get to enjoy the college life! Did I get laid? Hell yea! Well my stomach acting like a bitch, see ya tomorrow. ''

''-- ''

Prince sat in his tent reading a magazine. He was reading an article on Muhammad Ali. He was always fascinated, and motived by Muhammad Ali, as he strived to become the best actor he could be. He sets the magazine down, as he finishes reading it for 8th time. “Shit, it’s boring as hell” Prince thought to himself.

He begins to think from the day all this stuff started. Everything wasn’t bad, civilization working for at least a few hours until of course shit went crazy. He remembered that poor girl that wanted his autograph. Man, would he love to see another girl like her face again, just excited to see him. After all, he was a world class movie star. Popularity and attention already grew on him, and he strived for it. He quickly stops thinking when he smells something familiar. He comes out of the tent to see Fabian cooking a can beans.

Fabian: How was your little nap?

Prince: I didn’t even take one… Just read and that was it.

Fabian: That sucks; well beans are done if you want any. Fabian grabs himself a bowl from a bag next to him and proceeds to fill it up with beans. He hands the bowl over to Prince before he starts working on his own bowl.

Prince: Hey, you remember our first raid?

Fabian: Of course, why wouldn’t I?

Prince: I don’t know, just who wouldn’t want to remember it? I mean, weren’t you scared at all?

<p class="MsoNormal">Fabian: Of course man, I mean we had no choice… No food, no water, and our car had no fuel, what were other options?

<p class="MsoNormal">Prince: We could have made it to a civilization…

<p class="MsoNormal">Fabian: No we couldn’t, and you know that… We were too far away, and even if we walked, we wouldn’t have made it in time.

<p class="MsoNormal">Prince: Well we didn’t half to steal that poor dude’s truck!

<p class="MsoNormal">Fabian: Well we couldn’t let him just leave us on the road! Look, I know it’s all been rough on you, but look on the bright side, we still living? And maybe one day we’ll be around more people.

<p class="MsoNormal">Prince: You think?

<p class="MsoNormal">Fabian: Yeah, of course... Not a day goes by, with me not thinking about civilizations with other people, and an actual working community.

<p class="MsoNormal">Prince: Same here…  The two men continue eating their beans as they sit in an awkward silence.

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<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay walked on the streets silently with a box in his hands. Still night time, as he continued down the long path of the black top. There he had seen Chris, the local drug dealer, smoking one of his creations.

<p class="MsoNormal">Chris: What up! Chris nods his head towards DayDay as he waits patiently for him. DayDay continues down the black top until finally he stands face to face with Chris.

<p class="MsoNormal">Chris: Where’s the box?

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay: I got it… Here, take it. Chris grabs ahold of the box, and opens it revealing food.

<p class="MsoNormal">Chris: Oh, nice! Thanks doing business with ya! Chris starts to walk away.

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay: Aye, stop! We had a fucking deal! Give me my drugs!

<p class="MsoNormal">Chris: Oh, those? Good luck ran out of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay chases after him and tacklers him the ground. One blow in the face, and Chis lips are already bleeding. Multiple men grab ahold the back torso of DayDay and sling him back. They both pick him up and carry him towards a van. DayDay can already notice they’re Ripley’s man, and he’s fucked. The man quickly wraps his eyes with a bandana and duct tape his mouth. But it’s already pointless since DayDay seen their faces.

<p class="MsoNormal">The van comes to a stop, and DayDay can hear the car door open. The men hold his hands tightly as he guides him towards an ugly brick home. Inside, multiple women can be seen, and DayDay can easily smell them one by one.

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay: Aye man, what the fuck y’all want from me?! None of the two gangsters respond to him, as they continue to guide him up a flight of stairs.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Finally at the top of the stairs, DayDay is taken into a warm room. He soon realizes where he is at. Ripley’s office, with the nice floors, and the prostitutes down stairs, it all came to make sense to him. The two gangsters sat DayDay on a chair, tying him to the chair with rope. They rip off the Duct tape, and DayDay can help be happy to breathe through his mouth once again. Neck is the bandana, and all he sees is Ripley.

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay: Why the hell am I here?

<p class="MsoNormal">Ripley: Why? I think that’s something you can explain to me… DayDay thinks for a second, and only Carter comes to his mind, but he keeps telling himself that it’s something else.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Still can’t? I’m sure you remember your friend Carter right?”

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay: Fuck! DayDay screams knowing, he messed up.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ripley: That day when y’all left without telling anybody? Tell me, were you going to the mall?

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay: Yea… DayDay says silently.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ripley: Not to mention, we lost K-Rock… Now you know I’m a fan of Hannibal right?

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay: I never knew…

<p class="MsoNormal">Ripley: Shut up smart ass, I’m the one fucking in charge.

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay doesn’t respond as he continues to stair in his Ripley’s eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ripley: You disobeyed me, and since K-Rock died, you’re too.

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay: Wait what?! You can’t fucking do this! DayDay stands up with his chair hanging from his back. He quickly falls down as he feels the butt of a Glock 9 hit him in his jaw.

<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay can’t even speak, as he realizes his jaw is broken. Intense pain begins to settle in as he feels blood pouring from his mouth. He knew he was going to die, but he was going to at least fuck one nigga up before it happens.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ripley: Get this fool out of here! And Marvin, get me some cookies. Marvin nods his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">Marvin: Bet that nigga wants some fucking milk with that too, fucking fat ass. Marvin mumbles under his breath, he quickly turns around as he hears Ripley’s intimidating voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ripley: Good Idea Marvin, get me some milk too… Also, you should watch your back.

<p class="MsoNormal">Marvin: Y- y- yes sir… Marvin barely able to pronounce his words, as even him his self a gangster is scared to sleep tonight.

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<p class="MsoNormal">DayDay walks down the hall still bleeding and unable to move his mouth as it causes pain. His eyes are sour and red as if he just smoked a blunt of his own. There are two guys, but he’s going for the guy that took him off of Chris first.

<p class="MsoNormal">Quickly DayDay grabs the arm of his chair and swings it back in forth hitting one of the guys in his back. He kicks the other man in his groin causing him to fall own. He begins to stomp on the men’s head, as he screams for mercy. A gunshot quickly flies through a yelling, hard understanding DayDay. DayDay falls downs dead.

<p class="MsoNormal">The man hit in the back, sticks his gun in his pocket as he helps his friend up. His friend, who has a bloody nose and as well bleeding from his mouth, is hardly able to stand up as he is carried towards the end of his lobby. They continue down until finally they turn the hall.

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