Streets Ain't Free

Dear, Anna

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Anna Jackson
2578 Main Street
Hometown, Ny 12345

March 10, 2016

Dear Anna,

      They got me locked up for twenty years to life for the murder of my best friend. I saw that you wasn't present on my court dates. I respect it though, he was your son and my best friend. We have been boys for as long as I could remember. I'd never hurt him, let alone put him in his grave.

I didn't mean for things to go down so bad. We have been on bad terms for awhile and it's partly my fault. Ever since my sister started dating him, we just fell off. It started off as like slow replies to then not texting at all, then I stopped coming around, figuring he had my sister like he still had a piece of me in a way.

He didn't need me, and I was right.. until I wasn't. But it was too late by then I didn't wanna drag him into my deep problems so I left him alone some more, shouldn't have done that either.

When the bullets rang out and when through Jay, I couldn't feel anything happening around me. I felt my body go numb as my mind couldn't even comprehend the moment. Most times I can't even face the fact of what happened.

Ever since we stopped talking things went down hill for me. I started skipping school, arguing with my moms, I even joined a gang. I had no one at the time, because I had pushed them away and it ate me up inside.

My mom and I had got into this really bad argument after I came home drunk. I just wanted her out my face and ended up pushing her down the stairs. She had busted her knee on the hard floor and had enough of me and kicked me out, she told me to never come back.

I ended up sleeping on the streets and begging for my next meal. My moms was everything to me and it was hard for me that day, especially when I looked her in her crisp cold almond eyes to know meant it. I've never felt so alone, some kid I knew from school saw me sitting by a oak wool park bench it was pouring rain that night.

Gods cry, nobody would ever spare a glance of pity at me, left me alone in the cold rain. Until he offer me warm food in my stomach and a place to stay. He started introducing me to people around the place and got me some warm new cloths to rap around my wet body. When that kid, some one I barely knew gave me everything I needed.. I felt as everything was starting to look up for me, like for once it was going my way.

Everything was going good at first. Just as I imagined, they feed me when I was hungry and gave me a bed to lay my head. What more could I ask for? I was lucky compared to other dis-owned kids. Then reality kicked it, I was a lot of funny and suspicious stuff going on. Sometimes they asked me to do little things for them, what was I going to say? No?

I felt as if I owed them. Except, I was a fool, they wanted me to think that I owed them. I started doing jobs regularly, I knew I was already stuck.

They had me started on delivering packages to sketchy places. Never knowing what was inside the packages and never asked, I could care less in reality. Later in time I got more opportunities from them, they told me I could soon make money for the stuff I was doing, a broke kid like me kicked out of his home by his moms, it sounded like a good deal.

Once you start, you can't get out it's like a black hole and they don't let you leave. I knew it wasn't for me once I started and tried to stop and leave. One time I did but they found me and threatened my life with a gun point to my head.