Mane 6 Months...
Today was the day I become a free man again. When you locked down, all you got time to do is think. Bout the good...the bad...the sad...shit, basically everything. All that was on my mind was Jazmine and my unborn child. Jazmine had been there through everything. When I went to jail, when my big brother Dre got killed, shit you name it, she was there. Growing Up, I had a bunch of lonely nights and cried quiet tears wishing for better days. My OG wasn't around much and everytime I saw him, it was just hi and bye. So I be damned if I let my child grow up without a father. I know the pain of when you got a game and win but when you look in the stands and your only support is your mother while everybody else runs to both their parents. I leaned against the cell wall and prayed to god. "God, I know through the years I aint been the best I could be, I been nothing but trouble and problems, but god I beg to you, to please help me stay out to raise my child so they can be better then I was. Please god." "DESHAWN WILLIAMS" the guard yells. "Right Here." He unlocks the cell and sends me to the front. As I walk out, I look up to God with a smurk, "Thank you."
Jazmine is outside waiting for me. Mane it's crazy cause she still stuck by my side, even after all the shit that happened. We get in the car and her stomach is damn near touching the wheel. "Damn girl, you gon have it any day now," I say jokingly. "Ha, sooner then you think," she says. As we ride back to the house, she makes a quick stop at the store. "Hold up, ill be right back." I sat there for a minute messing in the glove compartment, when I see from my peripheral vision, a dark figure standing at the window. I turn to look and POW! POW! POW! Bullets fly through the window. The all black figure runs off, hops in the car and pulls off. I get out the car bloody as hell, hit all in my chest and arms. I try to get to the store door but I fall, as I become weak. I start spitting up blood and hear Jazmine running out the store screaming and crying, "OH MY GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE CALL 911 PLEASEE! Fight Deshawn fight, do this for Dre." My eyes role to the back of my head and my life flashes before my eyes. Everything I been through, from good to bad replayed in my head. Im dying. My body is getting cold and its getting harder and harder to breathe. I guess time comes for every man. I close my eyes and everything goes silent...A old memory replays in my head. Those long summer nights back when we use to sit on the porch about 10 deep and just laugh and talk. Back when it was easy to be happy and not a worry in the world.... I got a baby on the way man, but from the looks of it, I aint gon live to see it.
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Day Ones
Short StorySometimes we get so caught up in our ways, that we miss the important things going on around us. Deshawn is a young black male trying to understand the way the world works.
