It's the end of the day and I decided to listen to music and write some songs myself. Music is the only way I can really express myself and keep my mind off of things.
I heard the door open then slam shut. It was probably Khalil, my older brother. He comes home around 7 sometimes even 8 and then leaves an hour later and doesn't come back till the next morning. He doesn't have a good relationship with me or mom, not even my other brother Khaled who's just a year younger than him. Since dad left when he was 7, he was always like this. But I don't have that many memories since I was only 3. But it's still bothered me a lot. Khaled didn't really show any emotions, or tell people how he feels, but I'm sure he's still hurting. I try my best to me the normal child with no issues and that doesn't cause trouble since I already feel bad for my mom. She has already so much to worry about I wouldn't want her worrying about me. I just keep my mouth shut. Even though I really don't get along with her. I don't get along with nobody.
I heard my mom screaming at Khalil, he was probably doing bad shit like he does everyday. I couldn't take in the negative vibes in my house anymore. With my brother's anger issues and my mom's depression, I was feeling a bit depressed myself it's been a while. I turned up my music to maximum volume and continued doing what I was doing.
It was 10 pm now and my mom fell asleep and Khalil was out again. Khaled was probably around the corner of the street with his gang. I decided not to go out because it's dangerous, especially at night. We live in one of the most dangerous streets in America. The only reason why we moved here because we actually found a house we can afford. To be honest, it's not like I give a shit anyways. Nothing really scares me but myself. I decide to sneak out of my house and go for a walk.
As I was walking, I saw a crowd surrounding two guys that were fighting. I ran up to the crowd to notice it was my brother fighting... and the scary guy from my art class. I was shocked. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't stop it obviously, but I had to do something. "Khalil!!" I shout out. I ran up to him and grabbed his arm. "Dee what the fuck are you doing here?" He shouted. "I could ask you the same thing" I replied.
As people were walking away, I saw that weird kid stare at me, again. He didn't smile or anything, no expressions. I stared back and didn't smile too. The weird thing is, it didn't feel weird at all.
"Dee I'm taking you home you can't be out here alone" Khalil said. I decided to follow him and not argue, even though I still wanted to be out. I couldn't help myself but ask Khalil about that weird kid. "Khalil... who's that guy you were fighting?" I asked, not caring about why. "His name is jahseh" he answered. The rest of the walk back home was silent. I walked straight to my room and fell asleep.
