Dance 4 You

BLACK PARADE

Ooh, goin' up, goin' up, motherland, motherland drip on me
Ooh, melanin, melanin, my drip is skin deep, like
Ooh, motherland, motherland, motherland, motherland drip on me
Eeya, I can't forget my history is her story, yeah
Being black, maybe that's the reason why they always mad
Yeah, they always mad, yeah
Been passed 'em, I know that's the reason why they all big mad
And they always have been

TW: POLICE BRUTALITY, RACISM.
I don't use the n-word in my books because I don't like it but it will be used in this chapter. I want to spread awareness about Police brutality. 

I just got back from Disney World and I'm already at school, This is some bullshit.

"I'm going somewhere with Chris after school so you have to walk home," Bryson told me. I nodded to let him know I heard him.

The bell rang and I was outta there. I started to walk towards the gas station. I walked to the back and grabbed a Gatorade and some Hot Cheetos. I walked up to the counter and put my stuff on the little spinning thing. I also placed a piece of gum on there. "Five dollars." The Middle Eastern teen said behind the counter. I hummed ad I pulled out a 10-dollar bill and he handed me my change back.

I put the stuff in my bookbag and left the gas station. I started to walk home. I basically rubbed my side against the buildings while I was walking on a major road. I never walk near the road because I was bicycling with my grandpa and we were near the street, a car lost control and went on the sidewalk, hitting him.

He and his bike flew into the building, his head broke open and his neck broke, along with other parts of his body. I tried to stop my bike but I was in shock, I ran into the car and flipped over the hood. I had to wait with my grandpa's dead body until the ambulance came. The car drove off and I was like 6.

I looked at the street sign and realized this was the street it happened on. I walked faster.

I stopped and went into my book bag, pulling out the chips. I ate them on the way home. Halfway there I finished them, I balled the bag up and stuck it into my pocket until I could find a trash bag. I never litter because my granny used to cuss people out who littered.

I chuckled remembering the things she would say. "Pick that shit up you dumb ass excuse of a human your killing our fucking world retard!" 

The sun shined extra bright today, It must be about to snow next week. I pulled my phone out to take a picture but my lips were all stained red. I licked my lips till the redness was almost gone and continued to walk.

I saw a man mugging someone, I crossed the street to steer away from trouble.

Once I got home I checked my pocket for my key... no key, I checked all my pockets... no key. I check my bookbag... no key. I sighed as I lifted the welcome mat for the spare key. No key.

"What the fuck!" I shouted. I texted Bryson to see when he was going to come back. He said around 12. Damn. I walked to the back to see if the key was there. Nope! I groaned loudly.

I walked back to the front and tried to open the front window. I tried every window until one worked, and thankfully one did.

I opened the window and climbed in the window. I breathed hard as I sat on the floor in the half bath downstairs.

I got up almost 10 minutes later when I heard a big bang. I walked out and was immediately tackled to the ground. "You're under arrest for breaking and entering!" The man on top of me said as I wiggled and struggled to get him off me.

"No this is my house, I swear," I said, still struggling under this man. "Go search the house and hand me my taser." He said which made me freak out more. "Stop moving!"

He yelled. "Stop moving, Don't make me say it again! He yelled once more. I kept trying to push him off me. "STOP MOVING!" He yelled louder tasing me. I started shaking from being tased. I look and a black officer was just looking at me. "Help me!" I screamed, but it sounded shakey from me being tased.

"STOP FUCKING MOVING NIGGER." The white man shouted as he tased me. "Yo chill out he's just a kid."

"I said go search the house for more intruders!" He demanded. My skin started burning and when he stopped my arm was burnt.

"Turn over!" He demanded but I couldn't "I said turn over." He kicked me in my stomach. "Turn over nigger!" He shouted kicking me hard until I turned onto my stomach. He grabbed my arms and cuffed them. "Stand up,"

I tried to stand up but he forced me up. "It's my house I swear." I cried. "Shut up." He shoved me into the back of his police cruiser. He demanded everyone to go back to the station as he escorted me to the station. I held my tears the whole way there.

"Come on." He pulled me out of the back of the cruiser and walked me into the station and to a cell, he shoved me into the cell and I fell to the concrete ground. "Don't I get a phone call?" I asked before he walked away. "Nah this ain't a movie." He shut and locked the cell.

I sat there and waited for something to happen, but nothing did. If I could reach my phone I would call Bryson and If I didn't disable Siri I would've asked her to. 

I looked at the clock in the cell and it read 12:45. My pocket started buzzing and I came up with an Idea. I leaned back until my phone fell out of my pocket. and I answered it with my tongue. 

"What the fuck happened to my house and where the hell are you!?" He shouted through the phone and I shushed him. "I'm in jail, they forgot to take my phone," I explained. "why are you in jail?" "They thought I broke into the house." "I got yo location I'm on my way." He hung up. I laid on my phone while I waited. I fell asleep somehow.

"Why my brother in there?" I heard through my sleep. Bryson was basically yelling. "It was his house he forgot his key... Officer Brian!"

"Open the fucking cell," Bryson demanded and the cell was open. "I'm sorry about that." The officer said. I got up and the officer uncuffed me. "What the fuck happened to his arm?" Bryson lifted my sleeve showing the tase marks that burned my skin. 

"He was resisting." The same officer who sat on me tased me and kicked me said. "Bullshit, How you gonna tase a child?" Bryson demanded while looking over my body making sure there wasn't any other damage.

 As soon as he lifted my shirt his already pissed face got even madder. If that's even a word.

Bryson took out his phone and took pictures of the tase marks and burns, and bruises on my stomach.

"We're leaving." Bryson dragged me to the car. He immediately called someone, he knows someone who deals with this stuff as an attorney, he's the same person who helped us win 1.5k for me getting shot.

"Yo Derek, I got another problem." "Wassup bro?"

"So my brother, tell him." He looked at me. I just shook my head. He sighed before talking, "An officer tased him, and kicked him. I got pictures and this taser burned his skin and his stomach is like purple from being kicked. What am I supposed to do." "We need to meet up, tomorrow over lunch? I assume you're not going to school." "Alright, send a restaurant" they hung up. "why you ain't say anything?" Bryson asked me.

I want to say something, but my throat won't allow the words to come out. I opened my mouth to talk and nothing came out, I closed my mouth as silent tears flowed out of my eyes.