•the seventh•

119 8 0
                                    

"But that's nothing for Jay," i said. "What raping Maya?".
I nogged slightly.
"It wasn't... he needed money for his sister. She was sick".
"Wait... she was?"
"Yea she died a few weeks ago". his voice trail off.
"I'm sorry".
"She was four years old...She was like a second little sister for me".
"I was so worried when he raped Maya that he would to that to her i mean you won't rape your own little sister," he said. My heart skipped a few beats.
"No why should someone do that".
"Did you..?".
"no...I've enough money".
"Huh?"
"Every time you rape someone you get money like a lot".
"Why didn't you stoped him!".
"He needed the money, Lilia, he only wanted to save his sister".
"Okay but still it's not a fucking joke".
"I know sorry" he muttered.
"Just 'Sorry' ISN'T enough Shawn there a lot of women and MEN who are abused".
"Were you?".
"No, I'm just angry that some people take it as a joke".
"Just like the scooters take THIS as a joke... a game".
"I wanna sleep Just forget everything".
"Yea its already night".
"How do you know?". He nogged at the window. It was a dark sky.

My sleep was everything but good. I was dreaming that dream turned into a nightmare... i didn't remember but i knew it was horrible. I woke up shocked.

A gunshot
Another scream
Another groan of pain
Another person screaming a name

It was Renata who screamed Maxwell's name.

Maxwell... one year below me the little brother of my classmate Renata.
He was the seventh.

AS LONG AS I WAKE UP TODAY Where stories live. Discover now