The Life of a Thug(no one cares about)

Life and Death

" Just sit back, my story is about to end at twenty-four. Though they'd be writing twenty-seven on my obituary when I'm actually twenty-four"

' It was Victor ' Mom said.

" Well, she wasn't talking to me and I never got to know who she was talking to till date."

' What did Victor do?' I asked with a facial expression I can swear I've never worn in my life- the dead serious look.

" Probably because I was in my death bed...lol"

' Victor was the one who tried to kill you' Dad added ' Your boss heard if your retirement plans and sent them to cut you off'

' You mean my best friend Victor?' I asked as if I didn't hear what Mom and Dad had said.

" Honestly I didn't believe them and Victor wasn't really my best friend like best friend. He was just the one person in our gang or rather the one person among all the other thugs I work with that's funny. Though he's not really funny, at least he's just like me excluding the looks though- I'm way handsome than him. But why would he call before he tried to kill me? He wanted to apologize?"

' Yeah, Vir' Mom replied.

' That's not possible' I said

' It is. The bullet removed from  junior's chest belonged to the mafia you work for'  Dad added.

' How did you know?' I asked again still not believing anything they were saying.

' I worked for them remember?' Dad replied
' I'm his fucking niece too' Mom added.

' So?' I'm still not believing ' Doesn't mean it was Victor' I added.

' Yeah, you can ask him in the police station'

" What! Victor got arrested. Damn! Things are getting really messed up. What if they search his apartment and found some stuffs that'll implicate me.
Besides, I've not even ask of Junior. Did he survive? Right now, I really wished I died during the gun fight. My life is so messed up or is about to get messed up or probably I'm just thinking too much"

' What about Junior?' I asked Mom who started crying.

" I know whenever my Mom fakes a tear and I know when it's real and this time it was real"

' Mom?' I called out to her.

' He's still battling for his life. But he's a strong boy. The doctor said if he makes it through out the night, he'd probably survive. So it's a life and death situation '  Dad replied after hugging Mom to console her.

" Can I just go back to coma now, or probably a vegetative state would be best- cause right now I can't even think straight. How about Ivy? What if the thugs come back to the hospital to finish me off or my son or Mom."

' Where's my phone?' I asked Dad

' What do you need your phone for, the doctor said you should rest' He replied with concern in his eyes.

' I know how to take care of my health, I'm a fucking nurse' I murmured to myself and got off from the hospital bed.

" Wait, I thought I was on a stretcher in front of my mom's house. How did I get to the hospital? I guess I had passed out again."
I carefully pulled out the needles and medical wires or whatever they were of my body and grabbed my jacket.

' Where are you going? ' Mom asked still sobbing

' To check on my son ' I said and walked out of the room after putting on my jacket.

" To be honest, I was in serious pains. Had headaches too. But most importantly my heart was aching-as if they were about to fail me. It was pounding faster than how it did when the pizza delivery guy knocked at mom's door. My vision was becoming really blur "

' Excuse me' I said to a nurse or a doctor that was about to walk past me.
PS: I couldn't tell if it, he or she was a doctor or nurse, I was barely seeing.

' How can I help you?' a feminine voice replied.

' What room is Junior Mark?' I asked

' You must be Mr Mark? ' the voice replied.

' Yes...yes...I a...m' I stammered

' Okay, come with me ' she said politely and we headed for the elevator.

" I don't know how I actually walked to the elevator or got out and walked to Junior's ward, but I did. Despite the pains, aches and fatigue, I did "

' Here we are ' the woman said again as we got into Junior's ward.

" The first thing I saw was a pink haired figure in front of Junior's bed. But something was wrong, she was all tied up I assumed- cause the only pink haired person I know would never sit still when Mark just survived a terrible accident."

' Mark! Stop' She shouted immediately I got in.
" Who knew Ivy's piercing voice could make the blind see? I could see clearly now, two unknown men in the room, a pink haired princess, a dying little kid and a thug who just regained his sight-all in one room. So this really is a life and death situation nehh"

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Should I write a sequel about his mom's life? Or his Dad's? Or probably Ivy? (nothing was said about Ivy and how she met Mark) or Victor's?

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