sinful

kill me, you pervert.

*flashback*
*ding*
unsaved #: 3 holes in yo mama, so u know who did it.
*photo of his mom lying on the ground...dead*

*i pick up augusts phone, i gasp quietly and cover my mouth and i shed a tear. my heart starts beating frantically not knowing what to say. my hands shake holding his phone getting a chill*

august: what? who dat?

i froze looking at him.

chic: uh-

he took off his gloves and snatched the phone

august: actin wei-

a cold silence.
time goes in slow motion as he throws his phone THROUGH the window, while screaming monstrously. the noise was so loud that should've been a warning august was coming. he drops the clips in his gun and reloads fully; his glock and his automatic with a drum. It all happens in slow motion for me. i jump on him when he gets up to leave, i had never seen him look so emotionless. My heart told me I couldn't let him leave...but my brain knew there was no way to stop him. i was getting chills feeling scared of him and i wasn't even the target.

chic: can you just think first? what if you get fucking killed?? then what??

he throws me on the ground on my back pointing his glock AT ME??? I lay on the floor in shock. He put it against his temple angrily.

august: it was meant to be.

he walks to his car calmly, but intently. i don't know what happened that day. i didn't think i'd see him again, he came back half dead, but still alive. he took a bullet grazing his rib cage. another grazed his shoulder and a bullet hitting his leg. i bandage him up, he doesn't flinch or show any emotion. i ask what happened, he says nothing.

rumor is he walked down his opps block with his sticks and shot up everyone he saw in sight. if you associated with them, you get it too. no back up just him.

chris was pissed when he found out, yelling at august eerily at the top of his lungs, he almost broke down in tears I could see the hurt in his face; saying he could've got himself killed, he wouldn't know what to do without him, and he woulda aired it out with him since they've always been a team. It was all very emotional for Chris...August not so much. He wasn't even listening he keeps saying "mhm" .....He didn't know how to grieve his mother...none of us did...

Nonetheless, he didn't need Chris, august is a perfect shot all by himself. he told me he used to shoot at animals with glocks for practice, what a psycho...

he was never the same, hes always fucked up off percs, coke, molly, codeine oxys, or lean. he says he needs it to stand being here...

He's never been the same since that day and he'll never be the guy who saved me EVER AGAIN.....

At the care unit, they ask me questions about the vase, all the bruises and my busted up face. i say I got in a bad fight. The lady patching me up keeps questioning me and telling me everything will be okay and I can trust her. I just wanna break into tears... she sees the pain and hurt. I wanna confide, I hold them back and keep assuring everything is alright at home. I just got into a fight as my lip quivers. She looks terrified by my cold responses, i have to look away...she's making full eye contact, I can't take it. she wants to help me .... but no one can help me.....only me..