Battlescars (Editing)

Alex

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Bang! Bang! I heard the shots before I saw the girl in a black dress fall on the floor. She clutched her leg, crying in agony. I looked around. I was in the middle of a gang fight. Shit! I ran around a tree, shielding myself from stray bullets. Here in Shot town, you never get a break from these kinds of things. It's what makes Chicago,well,Chicago.

The cops rolled up, sirens blaring. A few lucky ones got away. As for the rest of them, you could say their ride finally showed up.

No one paid any attention to the girl who got shot. Some how she'd made her way over to a tree and was leaning up against it, watching me. She saw me and she knew I knew something was wrong with her. I'd been curious about her for the longest time. She went to my school, Emmet Rosetta High. Emmet Rosetta is for the kids who need some serious help in life me being one of them. Her issue I don't know. All I know is that she has no friends, never talks, sits in the back of every class, denying every seating chart and she is always reading. It's sad because I've in a way known this girl since fifth grade when she transferred here from New York. People made some nasty rumors about her. Some like the only time she talks is when she's cussing someone out, she was a drug dealer, she didn't have vocal chords, she's a robot. Some people said that she was a prostitute. I think it's just anything to get the girl to say something. She never said anything. You could only ask her yes or no questions, and if she didn't shake or nod her head, sorry mister, you're not getting an answer.

I walked over to her after I'd made sure the coast was clear. She'd sunk down to the bottom of the trunk and was clutching her leg. I didnt know how that girl moved so damn fast, but she did. Always had me guessing.

The second she saw me walking her way, I heard her groan. Well hello to you to.

"You need help?" I asked. I looked down at her. She was bleeding heavily. Gun shot to the shin.

"Maybe you should go to the hospital," I added, squatting.

"No,"she replied quickly, moving her leg out of my reach. I jumped back. She talked.

"So you talk."

"Of course I talk. Is everyone at Rosetta a damn idiot?" So the cussing part they were partially correct about.

"No. Well...some. In al honesty though, you should go to the hospital."

"It's just a flesh wound. I'll be fine."

"No, you won't. At least get it checked out." I tried to touch it to get a better look at it.

"Don't touch me or I'll punch you." She had to be kidding me. This boney girl probably punched like, well, a girl.

"I've been shot enough times. I'll be fine." She stood up using the tree as a support, blood gushing from the wound.

"Dude, no! I'm not gonna let you walk away like this. I mean if you had leggings or sweats to cover it up, maybe, but there's nothing but a dress up to your knees and some flats. People are gonna notice the blood."

"You talk too much. And I'm not a dude." She started to limp away, forgetting her book bag.

"Hey! You forgot your bag," I called after her, holding out her bag.

She turned around. "Leave it. Go put it back and leave it."

"Someone could take it though."

"I leave it there everyday. No one has taken it yet."

"You never know."

"Just put it back."

"Okay," I replied. I swear I saw I hint of a smile in that girl for the first time since fifth grade. She turned and walked away and it hit me that I didn't know her name.

"Hey, what's your name?"

She turned. "Ophelia."

"No last name?"

"You don't need to know." She almost smiled again. I was gonna get her to smile. I was. I don't know how, but I was.

"Well I'm Alex. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"Ill be fine."

"You sure?"

"Have a good evening, Alex," she said. With that, she walked away.

"Yeah, you too."

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I walked home from there, thinking about Ophelia No-Last-Name. She was mysterious, but she seemed nice. If she let me in, I think we'd be close. She just had to let me in.

When I got home, my loud younger siblings, Gloria and Mario, were running around. My mom wouldn't be home until five. I practically raised my siblings. My mom worked all the time and my dad I barely knew.. Our uncle checked on us every couple of days.

"Ale!" Gloria yelled, hugging my legs.

"Hey little rascal! How was school?" I unlattached her and picked her up, walking her to the table to make her a snack.

"I played all day!"

"You did? Mario come sit down!" I opened the fridge and pulled out some apples, oranges, strawberries, and grapes. Cutting the fruit up, I put it all in two bowls and set it on the table.

"Hey, Mario, after you finish your snack, make sure you pull out your homework, okay? How was school?"

"Good. I think I wanna be a doctor like Matt's mom. She takes care of everyone in the hospital and makes them better. Or be a soldier like Diana's dad. He said that you get to go to different countries to save people. That would be cool. Don't you think Ale?"

"Yeah, I do. That's really nice that you wanna do that, Mario. If you try really hard you'll be able to do anything you set your mind to."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really." The ten year old nodded and went to go get his backpack. I sighed, putting my head in my hands and exhaling. It was going to be a long night.

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