Sira P. Kanté
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
April 5,2016
"It's been a while since I've seen you.", Dominic said as he sat down across from me. "Dominic I saw you yesterday.", I laughed as I sipped my coffee. "Well I missed you bud.", he pinched my cheeks, I swatted his hand away. "Stop Nick.", I laughed.
I'm so glad Nick was there in my sate of depression. Without him I'll still be somewhere crying or dead. When I had no one Nick was there to cheer me up, even when he didn't know me, he came to comfort me.
FLASHBACK
April 29, 2009
We were eleven years, Lady Elizabeth have just given me the new that my little brother Muhammad was shot and no one was sure if he would survive. I cried all night and day for a whole week. Nobody in the facility would hold me and tell me everything would be alright because they were afraid.
Lady Elizabeth told them bad things about me. How I'm full poison, I'm dirty, I bite people, and many more terrible things that weren't true. That night I laid in the bed all day; with nothing to eat the whole day.
"Are you ok?", Dominic asked peeking his head through the door. "Yes.", my voice croaked from the lack of speaking all week. "Doesn't sound like it.", he laid across the bed on his stomach. Sitting up on his hand, he smiled at me. "You seem sad."
Why is this boy smiling at me, while asking if I'm said. "If I wa' s-sad, why ya' l-l-laughin ?", I asked annoyed that he's smiling in my face when I'm at a state of dying in my life. My English wasn't the best, but it was okay, I was still attending speech classes.
"Because you are lying.",he laughed. I shook my head, even though I had no clue what lying meant. "Yuhh uhh.. you aren't okay because you been crying since like forever.", he came closer. My breath began to shorten because I never been close to a person in the home before.
"It's okay I won't hurt you.", he came closer this time. I began to shed tears.I was hesitant, but yet relieved. I was hesitant because I thought he would hurt me, but I was relived someone in the hell hole was finally willing to comfort me.
"There, there .. I got you now.", he rubbed my back as I cried. "I'm here to protect you."
FLASHBACK OVER
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