[contains empire spoilers, references to Rx addiction/trouble with pain management and PTSD]
It'd been a while since the shooting had happened but the more Jamal's body seemed to heal, the more it became clear his mind was broken. He'd been trying to face Freda and even though she is the last person he blamed he had accused her of breaking him as a person. He'd hurt her just as much as she had hurt him.
There wasn't a moment to be real about his issues. Hakeem was dealing with losing his girl and having a new baby. Andre had lost his wife and Jamal was barely able to keep up with Andre's meds. Cookie thought she could "cure" Jamal by forcing him into the studio and Lucious had lied to his face and dropped half of Jamal's album onto swiftstream after promises that he wouldn't.
Jamal was barely able to leave his apartment without panic attacks but he'd still managed to fool his family into thinking he was just fine.
But he wasn't. The pills he was already supposed to be off of were still being taken. Instead of going home after his meeting at Empire he'd gone to the closest club he could find. It wasn't hard to get in. He was Jamal Lyon.
Drinks were on him and he was sitting back watching the dance floor and fuck if he hasn't always hated partying. It was more Hakeem's thing. What had he been thinking coming here anyway? He wasn't even supposed to be drinking. He got up starting to stumble his way through the club and paying no mind to who he might have run into.
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Date: 2016-10-24 09:43 pm (UTC)It'd been a while since the shooting had happened but the more Jamal's body seemed to heal, the more it became clear his mind was broken. He'd been trying to face Freda and even though she is the last person he blamed he had accused her of breaking him as a person. He'd hurt her just as much as she had hurt him.
There wasn't a moment to be real about his issues. Hakeem was dealing with losing his girl and having a new baby. Andre had lost his wife and Jamal was barely able to keep up with Andre's meds. Cookie thought she could "cure" Jamal by forcing him into the studio and Lucious had lied to his face and dropped half of Jamal's album onto swiftstream after promises that he wouldn't.
Jamal was barely able to leave his apartment without panic attacks but he'd still managed to fool his family into thinking he was just fine.
But he wasn't. The pills he was already supposed to be off of were still being taken. Instead of going home after his meeting at Empire he'd gone to the closest club he could find. It wasn't hard to get in. He was Jamal Lyon.
Drinks were on him and he was sitting back watching the dance floor and fuck if he hasn't always hated partying. It was more Hakeem's thing. What had he been thinking coming here anyway? He wasn't even supposed to be drinking. He got up starting to stumble his way through the club and paying no mind to who he might have run into.