Thugs have secrets too!

My heart.

I walked up closer & closer to the person I never thought would be in this situation.

August!

My heart fell, he was shot! I reach for to find a pulse. And if wasn't nah movement flowing through his body. I put my hand on his heart only to feel a piece on metal poking out. God? Why Him? SOMEBODY HELP ME! HELP US! HELP US. I yelled! Someone call 911 hurry please.. In my mind, I feel like it too late. Late for me to give him an I love you back, the love he showed back, my heart is aching. I can't take it. I whisper in his ear "August,don't leave me! Please, come back if not for me for your babymama she needs you to be a father." Tears start to flowing.

I slowly beginning kissing his body from forehead to slowly reaching his lips. When I got to his lips. I kissed him as If It came bring him back. When I kissed it felt as if he kissed me back but when I opened my eyes it was the paramedics pumping his chest trying to get a pulse. He's not dead. He's not dead. People started to walking toward to comfort me but all I want for birthday is him. I wish I wasn't mad with him earlier! I wish he can just tell me what had him feeling like he did. I just want him to talk to me. God why? God why? As I walk out of my party police & reporters are coming up to me. I just don't want to talk about him being killed infront my eyes along with others getting shot.

How can someone fuck up our night? How can someone take away our future? How will I ever know what he mean by you I'll see soon? Huh? Someone answer me.. These question flowing through my head. I hop in the back of the ambulance holding his praying & crying. I just hope they can bring him back.

Please bring him back.