Dance 4 You

Déjà Vu

Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby, I swear it's deja vu

This past week I think I've been going crazy, I thought I saw Chris on a billboard while riding to school, I thought our neighbor was Chris, and our neighbor is an 84-year-old man. I swear everything I see is Chris, I can't get him off my mind at all.

We facetime each other at night, hand out when Bryson is at work, and hang out in school, but I can't stop seeing him when he's not there.

"When I saw the cop I sped up and they started chasing me..." Chris told some story that was obviously from GTAV, because why the fuck are you in a cop chase?

"Lil man, you listening?" He asked, biting his lip. I looked up and it wasn't even Chris. It was Bryson, he didn't even say lil man, I'm going fucking crazy.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at him again. "You look just like our momma." He chuckled as the waiter came with our food, when were we in a restaurant!?

Bryson waved to someone behind me, I looked and It was Chris, It couldn't be, I rubbed my eyes and it was him. "Hey Bryson, Wassup lil man." He said, sitting down and Bryson's eyebrow raised. "lil man?" "Yea dis lil man." He said rustling his hand on my hair. "How yall know each other?"

"We friends met in Art class." Chris answered. "How yall know each other." I put myself in the conversation that was about me. "friends, I tutor him."

Bryson took some food off my plate and ate it so I decided to do the same to him. As my fork neared his plate he hit my fork with his. "Aht, you allergic!" I swear he does that shit on purpose. 

"What is it if I'm allergic to it." "It's breaded chicken." "so?" "Breaded Chicken. Your allergic to wheat dumbass." "Oh, yea I forgot." I pouted Before eating my food. It's somewhat good.

The waiter dropped off Chris's food and he ate his. After they finished I got dropped off while they went to a party or something, this some bullshit.

I went into the house and played my game for a while. After I while I heard yelling I looked out my window and two men were yelling at each other, one walked to a car and one went inside. I thought It was over until I heard gunshots. I looked out the window and they were shooting. A bullet hit through the house and landed in Bryson's room, then another one.

The last one was shot through our house, this time in my room, It grazed my ankle while I was standing up, I fell due to the pain and screamed bloody murder.

I lay there screaming for almost 10 minutes before the panic went away and I grabbed my phone. I called Bryson but he didn't answer, so I called the police. "911 what's your emergency?" The lady asked through the phone. "I got shot, I can't breathe" I started hyperventilating "I can't breathe! my ankle hurts!" I gasped for air. "Sweetie calm down, I have an ambulance on the way, can you tell me your name?" "Rodrick Moore."

"How old are you?" She asked. "13." Ok..." Her voice got farther "13-year-old, shot, send an ambulance." she said with a keyboard typing with her. "Where are your parents?" "I live with my brother, I don't know where he went" I groaned as it started burning. "Can I have a number?" I gave her the number as the ambulance pulled up and the paramedics kicks the door down.

"The ambulance is here." "Ok, I'm going to hang up, stay calm." She hung up.

The paramedics found me and lifted me off the ground, they put me on a stretcher once we got downstairs and carried me to the ambulance.

The paramedics drove off and the ones in the back put gauze on the wound to stop the bleeding. "Damn this is deep for a graze wound." One said.

"Ow!" I hissed in pain when he moved the gauze.

They sent me through the emergency room and into a normal room, A nurse came in my room talking to me about my school life and shit, then she pulled out a needle. It be the ones you trust.

She gave me the shot and soon after I felt drowsy.

I woke up later and looked around Chris was sitting in the room by the bed I was in. I looked at my leg and they wrapped it all up.

"Mornin', lil man." He bit his lip as we walked to the bed. "You had me and Bryson scared,  What happened?"

"The neighbors were fighting and they started shooting," I said, but my voice was damn near gone.

"Damn lil man, sorry you had to go through that." He kissed me on my forehead. What the fuck.

Bryson walked in with chips and Gatorades in his hands 3 of each. "I got us all red Gatorade and barbecue chips." He sat the stuff down and looked towards me. He walked to me and gave me a hug, "I'm sorry I didn't answer your call." He hugged me tightly. "It's alright."