The Life of Jessie: Thug Life?

Where Have You Been

"Jessie, Where have you been?"

"I've been here all along, what do you mean?"

"You've left me alone. You forgot about me."

His voice fades away in the distance and I take off in the direction I heard it. How could he think I forgot about him? That wasn't true, not at all!

I find myself running through a dark tunnel but it never ends.

"Jessie, don't come any closer!" He yells.

"But you said I forgot about you!" I yell back and keep running towards him.

"Jessie!" I hear him scream and then there was gun fire.

I came to a sudden stop, feeling my heart make a painful thud in my chest and my body go cold. I take off in rush but I wasn't moving, my legs were moving but it was no use. Tears started running down my cheeks and I start screaming for him but, no sound was coming out. I kept screaming from the top of my lungs to let him know I was here, that I wasn't leaving him.

I fall to my knees in defeat, feeling useless once again. I couldn't save him...

The ground starts to spin and I'm in a place I don't recognize. The walls were gray but you could tell the paint was chipping away. There was one single window, that took up one wall. I walk over to see out but see myself standing there on my front steps, as I watched him walk away from me. I watched as he was walking home, how he walked by everyone as he was the only one walking on the side walk. I look ahead of him and see a group of guys waiting on the side walk. They seemed to be waiting on something and arguing about something from the way they were glaring at one another.

The side walk seemed to shrink and a cold chill seem to surge through the room I was in. My heart seemed to want to fall out of my chest with every step he took closer to those guys. I started banging on the window, screaming for him to stop and turn around. I begged him to stop walking but he couldn't hear me. He walked right into them. I watched miserably as they beat him to the floor not giving the chance to defined himself. After blow, after blow I felt the life being drained out of me. My screaming didn't seem to help the situation, they couldn't hear me.

One of the guys steps back and pull something out of his pocket.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I flinched with every shot they made. Falling to my knees once more,  feeling worthless that yet again I couldn't save him. A rage strung through me and with all the might I had I struck the window. A crack of lighting was made from Where I hit it and alot more cracks followed. Soon the window started to shatter and so did the floor. I scrambled to the sides but it was no use, I was falling into a dark abyss.

Before I hit the floor I jolted up in my bed. My heart seemed to be going 100 MPH and a cold sweat forming all over my body. I was scared to move from Where I was sitting and I kept my eyes forward terrified if I saw someone's face in my dark room. My senses were wide awake any small noise had me itching to look but then there was a tap at my window. I slowly turn my head in the direction, with my eyes sealed shut. Once I knew I was faced with the window, I open my eyes and find myself infront of the window.

I'm still asleep!

He had cuts and bruises all over him, that the eye could see. He was still wearing what I last saw him in, black fitted shirt, blue jeans and Cortez shoes. I placed my hand against the cold glass and he did also. His skin was so pale, the dark circles under his eyes were pitch black. my eyes roamed down his body and I could see the 3 bullet holes, one in stomach and 2 in his chest. Tears welled up in my eyes and the sudden urge to feel his touch collided into me.