The Day a Part of Me Left Forever
I woke up and looked out the window; it was still dark outside. My stomach growled so I went downstairs. My mom was on the couch. She said “Go back upstairs. Now!” I asked no questions just went straight to the kitchen to grab a twinkie and a HoHo. Then I went back upstairs to eat my snacks and watch Losing Isaiah until I dozed off.
I felt someone shaking me so I woke up to my mom sitting on my bed with a glass of water. She said “Honey, wake up I have something to tell you.” I stood up quickly. My mom said “You might want to sit down.” I did, slowly and concerned.
Then I really woke and said to myself that it was only a dream. Then I had a flashback to what had happened that night…
I walked in the house speechless with blood all over me. I immediately ran straight to the bathroom and start screaming, “NOT RIGHT NOW! NOO GOD NOOO! IM DOING SO GOOD! WHYYY GOD!” Then I splashed my face with water and went to the kitchen to pour me a glass of water. I sat on the couch and cried silently to myself. My head felt like it was on fire and I felt like stamping out for good. My mom came in the living room and held me tightly in her arms. I felt warm and relaxed. I just felt like falling asleep in her arms forever.
A week later, I am dressed up in black from head to toe and walking in the church looking at all the family and homies crying and screaming loudly. I stood in line and made it halfway up to the casket and I got a tingling feeling in my stomach. I turned around and walked outside for fresh air. I sat on the ground next to my homie and took a few hits off his square. Then he asked, “Do you know who noodled him?” I said, “Don’t you think if I knew who noodled him, I would have noodled them?!”
My lil broskee came outside and told me its time for me to sing. I went back inside and walked past the casket without looking at O. I grabbed the mic and started to sing “I Miss My Homies” by Master P. At the end of the song, me and D. took our black veils out our pockets and laid them on O. Then we sat down to listen to the preacher.
The preacher asked if anyone had something to say about O. I walked up to the mic and grabbed it and took it over to his casket. As I stared at his soulless body tears started to roll down my face. I said, “O. was a fighter and he died a fighter. Why? Because some yonie wanted his shine and someone in this damn church knows who that yonie is!” Then this dude in weird clothing stood up and said, “Fuck y’all.” Then I took off out the church after him. I ran out the church and grabbed my .40 out my pants, aimed it, then…
-J.C