-Cynn
"Oh my god, oh my god!" I whisper, "Shorty I know you scared but, you gotta calm down." Hakeem whispers back. You would think I'd be happy to be trapped in a small room with Hakeem but, I never pictured a shootout happening. Peeking out the bathroom door again, he says "I think the coast is clear, I don't see nobody". He stands up, helps me up and we slowly walk out. The room that was just filled with peers is now occupied with red cups of alcohol & trash spilled on the floor , bullet holes through the walls and damaged furniture everywhere. Making my way towards the front door I see a body laying in a blood of pool. "Oh my god no!" I dive down screaming. Hakeem watches me pick up Johnny's lifeless body. My bestfriend. The only person who was close enough to understanding me. My backbone. My only friend. "Call somebody Hakeem please!" I push out through my tears. Hakeem ran down to the lobby for help and I sat there with Johnny. "Come on Johnny come on man please don't go" I cry out to him. "Please Johnny, don't do this to me". Nothing. Not a cough of blood, not a last breath. Nothing. I was too late to come to my hero's rescue. My rock. It's all my fault.
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