In the neighbourhood

Thank you.

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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