Mors Mihi Lucrum

Wasted Times

Matteo Ramirez was a 19 year old male who did hardcore drugs. There was nothing more about him that would spark anyone else's interest, not even that nose piercing that he got after stealing money from his moms purse when he was only 15. His life was rather normal up until 7 years ago. He was a young boy, living what he thought would be his best life only for it to turn into complete shit. He was only 12 when he watched his own father get dragged by his ankles outside of that house. His body was pinned to the hardwood floor, his cheek harshly pressed up against it. Any child at this age would start crying and so he did. He could hear the cries of his mother, they both feared for their life.. not long after he wetted his face with those tears a gun shot had went off. His eyes widened and his mothers cries had only got louder. Everything went black for him.. he was angry and sad.. he wanted to fight back but his body was locked up in fear. He knew at that very moment his life was over. They were too poor to even afford a funeral, therefore his fathers body was buried in an indigent cemetery, Sad right? He tried to hold himself and compose himself.. to keep himself from straying away on such a dark path but 7 years later, there he was, at the age of 19, higher than a fucking kite. He was laying against the ground, his left leg bent with his foot pressed against the ground whilst his right leg was slightly bent outward. He was living his best life, that was until cars kept honking at them. He had let out a groan, grabbing a slushee cup they had got from the corner store, throwing all their drinks and snacks at the cars. Not long after the cops were called, that's when Officer Williams showed up. Matteo was already on many warnings. His eyes had rolled slightly, before he stood up on his own two feet wobbling. He had looked behind him to see if his 'friends' were there, and yet they had wandered. Officer Williams had sighed, and before he could even say the Miranda rights, Matteo was already turning around with his hands behind his back.

  "I have the right to remain silent, we've been over this already."

Matteo of course was not phased by this. He's been in this situation a number of times, especially with him. He was taken to the jail house, where he was put in a holding cell. They had took his mugshot, for probably the 20th time. They did his finger prints even though they were already in the system from other times before. He was crouched on the floor with other men, his forearms laying around his knees. He had shook his head in disbelief.. he couldn't believe he got put in another holding cell once again, but he wasn't surprised.

    "Whatcha in here for kid?"

A man had called out to Matteo. Matteo didn't answer, he didn't think he was talking to him.. but once he gazed around the room he had noticed mostly everyone was over the age of 30 or more.

     "Yeah, you kid."

He had called out again to him. It was best to answer the man instead of ignoring him.

     "Obstruction of property, caught with drugs and other shit. Ion know foo, ion even know why you fucking care."

Matteo had spat out. The guy had stood up, walking over to him before grabbing him by his shirt, staring down toward him.

     "I don't fucking care. Don't think I care just cause I'm tryna make conversation. You're still young, and you on some dumb shit. You don't want to end up like me, ya family turnin ya back on you. You'n want that."

The guy had let Matteo shirt go once the guard hit us baton against the metal bars. It rang throughout the cell with many other people in holding. The guard had opened it up and looked at Matteo.

      "Matteo Ramirez, you made bail. Your mother is here to pick you up."

Matteo had quickly sat up and made his way out. He walked past his mom. He didn't even bother to speak to her. He knew what she was gonna say, it's how it all happens. The arguments, the constant her nagging and nagging him.