Island Drug King

Bleed In Heaven

Chapter 2 - Bleed In Heaven

Shots were fired, close. Pow, Pow, Pow! My best friend fell on top of me and held on tight. One last shot was fired and I felt his body shake. The boy with the gun ran past me and he was gone.

"Nigga get the fuck off me he gone, we need to go," I said to Loud.

There was a silence. I pushed him over and the first thing I saw was the blood I was covered in. I looked over and his shirt like mine was covered in blood; so bad that the horse looked dark brown. My first instinct was to scream, but I was empty, and so was the street. No one would have heard me. I picked him up and shook him.

"Loud! Loud! Loooouuud! Talk to me," I screamed.

He moved a little and began to speak. I had an ounce of relief, but I was still scared. I was in a blank, but I said nothing. I tried to listen to his words.

"Best friend I love you (cough, cough) more than anything in this world, and tell my mom the same." said Loud.

"Why are you saying this? Stop talking to me like your gonna die, stupid."

That was the end. He instantly stopped breathing no other words were said. I held on to him.

Screaming and telling him, "don't leave. The ambulance will be here soon. Deandre Teon Michelle wake up!"

I cried and cried until it was just sad faces and no more tears. The ambulance arrived and I remember the short, muscular woman pulling me away from my best friend.

She constantly asked, "What happen?"

I had no words.

"He's D.O.A. Time of death estimated at 12:30 a.m.," said one of the EMTs.

I overheard him and I instantly fell to the ground crying. The first thing that came to my mind was that it was 1:15 a.m. and I had been holding my dead bestfriend for 45 minutes.

This was a day I would never forget. Every sound, smell, and sight I hold on to. August 15 would always be a day that will sit in the back of my head. I remember every day that I got my wish. That night would be in the history books. But, it wouldn't be because of an amazing party, but because a brilliant 17 year old boy was killed in cold blood with no suspects and was labeled an unsolvable case due to lack of evidence. Every morning I remember the first and last thing I said to him that day.

"Good Morning BF. Happy Birthday Lil Bitch."

"Goodbye Bestfriend. I guess your gift was a ride home. Tell Cyn & Grandma I miss them."

And From this day forward my life changed. I started smoking and kicking it with a different group of people. Then my mom decided to move me to the Virgin Islands with her crack head ass boyfriend.