Nothing

As It Was

   I was in shock when I heard on the radio that there had been a shooting right in front of a school. It was right in front of Clinton High. That was the school I went to 2 years ago. The radios signal dropped and I didn't hear who was shooting or why there was. I later found out it was a gang fight between Brooklyn's most famous gangs East Count and The 90's. 5 gang members were killed and along with them 3 innocent students. One of the students was a kid named dual shots his street name. His real name was Jerome Rodgers. I only know him because my brother used to deal weed with him. So when I was born my dad left. Like every other family out here. All my friends didn't believe me because I was white. But he did. He just left me, my brother, and my mom. He went off to
do his cocaine. We later found out he died in a crash on Francis Lewis blvd in Queens while he was high. As life moved on my 10th birthday while my brother being 16 I was coming home from a hang out with my friends and my brothers friends. I had my first hit of weed there and it was a bit crazy. We later found my mothers body in the bathroom. She overdosed on Heroine. Our lives never will be same.
Our childhood was broken and me and my brother sticked to me all day and every day. We had each other and that was all. My name is Mike. The Big Mike. Yeah no. My friend Evan Gave me the radio. I was friends with him since I was 4 all the way until Im my age now at 18. Evan has the same problem as I do. His parents hung themselves in his basement. He said he has been shaken up ever since. So its just Evan me and my brother who I don't even see any more cause he is doing his drugs sex and gang shit. My head is cold and my soul is the same. As I was staring out the window. I saw ambulances and cop cars rushing the injured to the hospital. I the saw a man bleeding from his stomach walking and limping. I have to help.