I heard lot #28 blow to pieces...that was
my cue.
I grabbed the knife, stuck it into my belt clip, and broke the kitchen window for my escape. Blood oozed from my knuckles but I jumped from the 3rd floor knowing I didn't have long before I died.
I ran.
Barefoot, swollen ankles, and I was almost sure I had internal bleeding.
"I hate this," I thought to myself.
See, the bombs and running and escaping I was used to. It was just the taste of my own blood mixed with tears that I hated.
The stiches in my stomach I had put in the day before started to rip.
I winced in pain..But I had to get to the boat.
...Then something happed. One minute I was running though the woods and the next. I was down. I couldn't move and pain consumed my body.
Im dying... this is it I thought.
But then I realized how close to the boat I actually was.
I couldn't see his face but I felt his familiar grasp on my waist and I knew I was safe.
He walked onto the boat and took me into the little room inside of it.
My eyes were swollen shut but I managed to catch a glimpse.chres.!!!!!
I've never been this happy to see this niggah all my life, and it wasn't just cause he didn't have a shirt on.
I smiled slightly at the thought.
Agent chres, my best friend in the agency
"My niggah you alive??!"
"Cause I aint tryna drive yo dead ass back home! Yo ass gone float today!'
He said with a slight nudge to my rib that made me want to kick his face in
"NIGGAH OW" I sat up from my pool of blood "poke me again and this gonna be yo blood im sittin in"
He rolled his eyes and smirked "I almost missed you for the two mouths you were gone "
This niggah here
"Shutdafucup" I said in one breath and he was on the floor...laughing that is
I sat there in pain and joy wishing he'd get up
*Clears throat * "you keep laughing and I really am gonna be floatin -___- "
o.o"oh I forgot ... let's go"
The boat pulled off with a slight jerk and I faded off into blackness not knowing if I was dying or going to sleep.........
