The Sunset

01

"Get the fuck down!" A loud voice blared through the house breaking all sound barriers that was once carried in a almost scary silence.

Children screamed, as shots rang through their ears. One shot was not enough. It seemed as if clips were being emptied. Almost as if the bullets were burning to be released from the carrier that it was once held within.

More screams. More cries. Some of agony, some of trepidation. You could smell it in the air. All the emotions that the human beings once held now being let out. Some even being bled out. You could smell it all. The gun powder that clouded its way into your nostrils blocking your sense of taste for the world.

You could feel it. The painful sense of it all. The extremely traumatic feeling of knowing people were losing their lives. Souls leaving bodies and for some reason...

I could feel it.

My eyes weren't on it directly but it seemed as if each scream that I could hear set fire to a heart near it. I sat there. On the cold tiled floor. My palms still slightly coated in a white substance that I had become familiar with at a way younger age.

My body shook slightly as the weight laying in my arms was forced to repeat the same pattern. The entryway laid sealed shut but I knew sooner than later that the men would come tapping, come banging, or just full blown knock the door down. Maybe this was a drug bust, maybe the cops were about to bust in here at any moment and I would be caught up in something that I shouldn't have ever been caught up in. Still that could only play in my mind partially because all I could do was rock back and forth.

We rocked back and forth.

Maybe I thought that would change the circumstances. Maybe I thought that would change the fate of this dreadful day. Yelling tuned me back in on the present time as it yanked me forcefully out of my thoughts.

"Let's go! We need to get out of here!"

"Let me go! Let me go! Our little fucking sister is in there!" That voice is what made me jilt away my moment of stillness.

My head shot towards the locked door, but the death grip so tight on my vocal chords from pure panic and fear refrained me from saying anything.

Boom.

The locked door shook as a source of power hit against it with a huge force causing a crack to appear in the right bottom frame of the door. It was being kicked down.

Boom.

The item that halfway caused this problem went rolling to the other side of the room, landing near the cracked bath tub. The door still gave no way, but sounded as if this last hit would be it. I sat back against the tub letting the cold material barrel through me, cooling me down in a way.

"Ayanna Grace open this door!" Another voice sounded.

"Yanna are you ok?"

"Ayanna look we finna break down this door, back up!"

I made no notion that I was moving or even breathing. Personally I would have taken that as a reference to leave me alone, but my family took that as more the reason to get to me.

Boom.

The door finally gave in with a loud sound of wood breaking and cackling. Soon, I looked up and met eye contact with my siblings in a deathly silence.

No words seemed to have to be spoken. We all knew what this scene meant.

Still my sister Shayla asked the obvious. "Is she?"

"Who was shooting?" I questioned, but it went ignored for the moment.

My oldest brother Treylin answered Shay instead of me as he picked up the object that she used to inject these drugs into her body. "Yep."