Under Influence

Chapter 1: New York

Living in the streets of New York with troubles of gang members, drug dealers, rapist and murders. Walking along the cracked junk sidewalks to the corner stores on a daily basis. To schools with students who play and teachers who don't care what students are doing. To the crappy apartments we call our home. Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, you name it. Taking trains to the City or Rockaway beach with our friends. Creepy guys checking you out while your in your short shorts and baiting suit. That group of guys that all the girls sneak out and have fun with, the parks we go to at night to have a smoke. Yes this is my life. You think you know all about us? Well you don't.

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1:00 a.m, sneaking out of my small apartment in Brooklyn. I walk down the road and meet my friends at the train station. Laughing at each other's fake ID's. We hop on the train to city and walk around till we find the club. After we get in it's the basic drinks and smoking. I'm in the corner sitting on my boyfriend Jesse's lap. In a train of thought of where my life is going and thinking of the dreams iv been having. In a haze of smoke from other people but putting the cigarette to my lips. Who knew this day would be so bad. I watch my friend Bella as she's drunk grinding on some random guy with her short black dress. A bunch of 16 and 17 year olds doing what they shouldn't was never a surprise. Her long blonde hair in a ponytail exposing the tattoo on her shoulder that simply says "queen" with a crown on top. Her hazel eyes flashing from the club lights as boys can't seem to keep they're eyes off her. A guy with greasy brown hair, he looks like your occasional unshaved drunk man who could be in his mid thirties. He brushes up from behind her. You can tell from looking at him that he's on drugs. He tugs her arm and walks to the back room with her. I didn't see her for the rest of the night. We all do our own thing, drinking and smoking like always. Nothing new but dancing all night.
5:00 a.m I'm in my bed completely tired out. Not being dumb enough to get drunk knowing I could always get caught. Jesse is out and about with his gang doing god knows what. They mostly fuck with guys on the streets and making most of their money selling drugs. Not the type of guy you want to be involved with but of course I don't care. 9:00 a.m my parents barge in my room. The bright lights being turned on and my window shades being opened. They hated when I slept in. I get up as if I wasn't tired from being out all night and go shower it off. I walk into the kitchen for some coffee while my dad sits at the table reading the news paper. My mom watches the news every morning, headlines read "drug deal gone bad." As the next day it's a repeat except headlines read "Annabella Walker found dead in alleyway near The Copacabana nightclub" as a list of suspects come up in the paper it reads
Alec vanadium
Jonah Bandahri
Elise hues
Saylor Sumners
My father looks at me in the most heartbreaking way possible. I saw her I didn't do anything. I saw her.
I kept thinking to my self. I run to my room getting ready to call Jesse. A knock on the door appears loud. Opened up to cops. I don't think I ever introduced my self so far in my story. My names is Saylor Sumners.