Have you ever witnessed someone get shot in front your very eyes? There are mixed feelings when something like that happens, especially if they're a family member.
I believe I was around thirteen that time. I would roam my community when I believe everyone is asleep. I'd do it to just breathe and clear my thoughts before I slept. This particular event made sure I would never roam again. I was walking down the street, ad by my cousin's house and I noticed he was on his roof. When he noticed me, he jumped down to "accompany" me I guess. I wasn't fond of him because he was a very umm, mischievous. While we walked and he tried to make small talk, literally minutes later we were face to face with around five big ass niggas. I , as a 13year old, was surprisingly not scared. But funny enough the fear came when my cousins blood painted my face and his body dropped. The whole fact that I didn't hear the damn gun go off made me wonder if I was also shot ( I wasn't). The guys looked at me, like they were contemplating whether to do something or leave me. I was secretly begging to die, because my brain was telling me I was going to have nightmares for the rest of my life, and who likes nightmares? Sadly enough they walked away. I looked at my cousin, and went back home. No no no no no, I'm not a savage, leaving him is better than getting my ass torn off by Gran Gran, because I'm suppose to be in bed, not here.
Oh well, eventually police came for me to give a statement cause of course I'm the first person viewer of the incident. I talked, yes I did. But what I didn't do was give a description. Dont take it as me saying I aint no snitch, the only reason I kept quiet was because, something in the shooters eyes made me know that was he did had a positive result in the end.
