Tyler took me home from the party and i texted Jesse a quick thank you.
'He had a face straight out of a magazine... My brother Stephen who had black hair slicked back with piercing green eyes.
"Stephen slow down!" i yell chasing after him.
It was around midnight and we were running through the empty streets of Chicago.
Stephen, being 20 picked up a pack of cigarets and we sat sitting by a fountain.
He took a long drag of his cigaret and looked at me.
"You better not smoke, ok, Kalisa?"
I lean my head on his shoulder staring at the stars unusually bright tonight.
"Alright..."
"Sing for me?" I asked cause his voice was my favorite thing.
" She had a face straight outta magazine
God only knows but you'll never leave her
Her balaclava is starting to chafe
And when she gets his gun he's begging, "Babe, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay."
I'll give you one more time
We'll give you one more fight
Said one more line
Will I know you
Now if you never shoot, you'll never know
And if you never eat, you'll never grow
You've got a pretty kind of dirty face
And when she's leaving your home she's begging you, "Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay."
I'll give you one more time
We'll give you one more fight
Said one more line
Be a riot, cause I know you
Well, now that you've got your gun
It's much harder now the police have come
Now I'll shoot him if it's what you ask
But if you just take off your mask
You find out everything's gone wrong.
Now everybody's dead
And they're driving past my old school
He's got his gun, he's got his suit on
She says, "Babe, you look so cool, you look so cool, you look so cool, cool, cool, cool
You look so cool, you look so cool, you
look so cool, cool, cool, cool, cool."
He hummed and then two men about 30 approached us.
One grabbed my head and dragged me to the fountain.
"STEPHEN!!" I yelled as he was trying to get away.
"Kali!!"
The men trying putting my head in the water but i kept struggling to get away from the men.
The water was going into my nose and i was spazzing trying to escape his iron grip.
Finally when he let go i took large breathes and then looked at the ground.
Stephen had a stab wound in his chest, blood was pouring from his mouth and his eyes looked dull.
Lying next to him was the man who killed my brother with the same expression, dead.
The man trying to drown me nowhere to be seen.
His mouth was open with blood dripping out, and blood was soaked thru his clothes around the stab wound.
I knew i was too late to save him.
"NO!!"
"No,no,no,no,no,no,no,this-this can't be happening..."
I ran to my brother and held his head in my arms.
Almost slipping on the slick blood from my brother's murderer.
I apply pressure to his wound trying to save him.
I put my ear to his mouth, but i hear no breaths.
My wet hair clings to my face making me shiver as tears pour from my eyes.
My hand is covered in the blood from his wound.
I begin to shake.
Why would someone do this?
I wipe the blood from his mouth.
I am shaking, crying, and sniffling so hard.
It feels like a hole has been ripped through my chest.
"Stephen you can't leave me! Mom's gone, Dad's dead! I need you! Stephen, I love you so much... Im sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry..." i said crying holding him there in the night.'
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In the neighbourhood
FanfictionKali had what you could say as the perfect life. She lived in the nicest neighborhood in los angeles, was popular, had the perfect boyfriend, that was popular. Until the lead singer of the neighbourhood and mysterious bad boy, whom took a liking tow...