The guy in the last seat *OLD* NOT FINISHED!

Chapter 8

Marcoz’s P.O.V

I was sitting in my desk thinking of my life back then.

At my old school I was cool. Every guy wanted to be like me: ever girl wanted me,

I was a gang leader. The guys loved me. I remember one day when John told me the truth.

*FLASHBACK*

I was tire and sad my last fight before I left. I was so mad at my parents I went to John’s house for the night and he let me in.

John was the oldest and most mature of the gang he never went to smoke or drink like all of us. He never got on crack. He was happy with his life. I wasn’t.

I was the youngest least mature one and I was the leader. I smoked, drank and was a crack head.

John told me one of the things I had never heard. The truth.

“Marcoz you have to stop smoking and drinking; get off the crack now that you can.” He told me.

Okay so I had drank 5 minutes ago and I smoked a packet 3 minutes ago and now I was on the crack.

“Why? It’s my life!” I told him drunk.

“Marcoz I was like you! I remember my life I drank too much that I had to go to jail five times. I smoked 5 packs a day and ended in the hospital. I almost died because of the crack in my system I remember my sweet mother telling me not to fall in my dad’s steps but I did. She made me promise minutes before her death and I did. When she died I was bummed. She was all I had. She gave me everything I needed. I was only 13 then. Weeks after that the guys saw me and gave me food, shelter everything. But later they introduced me to the drugs and the alcohol. I was desperate so I took them.

Month after that happened I was really sad for not keeping my promise. When I was in the hospital I prayed to my mom and told her if she saved me I would keep the promise I had made her. She saved me. She gave another opportunity and I didn’t mess up.” He said tears in his eyes.

“Wow that is sad.” I said tears also in my eyes.

“I know Marcoz and if u don’t stop doing that.” He said pointing to me all drunken and messed up. “You are going to end up like me. Scared and hurt from the past.”

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

He hit me with the truth that day.  I stopped drinking little by little with his help. By the time my mom told me we were leaving. We had grown close and I had stopped being addicted to smokes crack and alcohol.

I remember that day like it was yesterday.