Story two

It's 4 am.
It's the summer of '09

I'm crying, and I'm fucking booking it through the drug forrest,
because it's the fastest way to my friends house.

He's on the phone with me, with a loaded gun, his dads pistol.

I'm about three blocks from his house.

I think I'm getting through to him.

Two blocks away, I can stop him.

He starts bringing up family shit, I can't talk about it.

One block away. I trip.

I get up, but he says good bye, and to live for him.

*bang*

I just break down crying.