Third Person POV
"You were everything I had. A million words wouldn't bring you back. I know because I've tried. Neither would a million tears. I know because I cried. I miss you." Looking up at the audience seeing the tears fall from the crowd. Who would've known that night would be his last night living.
**1 Week Earlier**
The crew bust inside the house and began shooting. "EVERYBODY SPLIT UP!" Jayceon yelled. Jayceon and DeShaun went down in the basement. Taking on the first door, they bust in. "WHERE THE FUCKING MONEY AT!" DeShaun yelled aiming the gun at one of the dudes. "Por favor no me mates." He pleaded out. "THEN SHOW ME THE FUCKING MONEY!" Jayceon yelled.
"No puedo hacer eso." The man said shaking. "Then say bye bitch." DeShaun said before putting a bullet between the mans eyes.
Back with Josiah and Landon, they went upstairs. "So how long have you been in the game?" Josiah said. "5 years." He said trying to focus on the job. "Do you trust the niggas you work with?" Josiah asked. "I wouldn't be fucking working with them if I didn't." He said. "They ever did you wrong?" Josiah asked making Landon irritated. "Nigga this aint 21 fucking questions. Focus on what the fuck we here for. We not friends so stop talking to me like we cool." Landon said finding a door. "Get back." Landon said. He kicked the door down seeing 3 females with their hands up. "Bag all that shit and give it up." Landon said.
Josiah was looking through all the drawers searching for the money. "Estúpido culo no sé que no hay dinero." The girl said laughing at Josiah. "I speak Spanish bitch." Josiah said before shooting all three of them. "I leave no survivors." Josiah said looking Landon up and down and walking out.
Following along with Marquis who stayed on the same floor. "NARCO! WHERE YOU AT YOU SON OF BITCH!" Marquis yelled walking into the office. "I KNOW YOU IN HERE!" He yelled. He went to the desk looking through the drawer. "Jackpot." He said finding hella bags of cocaine. He started gathering the bags. After he finished grabbing the bags, he went back out to the living room. "Everyone done?" Jayceon asked everybody.
"Yeah. Let's go put this shit up." Landon said. Jayceon was about to go but Marquis pulled his arm. "We need to talk." He said. "Can it wait my nigga." Jayceon said. "You fucked my sister." He said making Jayceon turn around. "Look bro it was one time." He said. "I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF IT WAS TWELVE TIMES!" He yelled making Jayceon roll his eyes.
"It aint even mean nothing dawg. We not d-" Before he could finish, Marquis punched in him the jaw. "Don't fucking disrespect my sister lil nigga." Marquis said. "AYO WHAT THE FUCK!" Landon yelled running in. "Separate these niggas dawg." He said to DeShaun. "What the fuck is up with you bro?" DeShaun asked Marquis. "He fucked Morgan." He said making DeShaun eyes widen. "Yo why the fuck would you even do that?" He said shaking his head. "Man mind yo fucking business my nigga." Jayceon said getting off the ground.
They started arguing until they were silenced by a bunch of gunshots. Everyone pulled out their gun firing back but the shooter was already gone. Looking around they noticed one of their own on the ground. "AYO GET THE CAR!" He yelled. They ran outside pulling the car down the hill. "Stay with me bro." They picked him up taking him to the car. "DRIVE NIGGA!" He yelled.
He looked down seeing his eyes slowly closing. "Talk to me bro. Talk to me." He said trying to stop the bleeding. "I-I'm just tired." He groaned attempting to keep his eyes open. "DRIVE FASTER!" He yelled.
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They pulled up to the hospital. "AYO I NEED SOMEBODY!" He yelled running inside. "What happened?" The doctor asked. "He was shot." He said. "How many times?" She asked. "I-I don't know just fucking help him!" He yelled. The doctors put him on a stretcher and rolled him into a hospital room.
*In the hospital room*
"He'll be lucky if he survives this." The surgeon said. "Doc are you seeing this?" One of the nurses said. She looked harder seeing a puncture on his heart. The heart monitor began to flatline. "Grab the defibrillator!" She said. "Charge to 200." She grabbed the defibrillator pressing it against his chest. "Clear!" Still nothing. "Charge to 300."
"Clear!" Still nothing. "He's bleeding out doc." The sound of the flatline took over the room.
"Time of death, 11:56 p.m."
The doctor took off her gloves walking back to the lobby. "Family o-" They automatically knew who she was. "Please tell me he's okay." She said with tears falling down her face.
"I'm sorry, we tried everything we could to revive him but he had a puncture on his heart." The nurse said. "THATS BULLSHIT! HE CANT BE DEAD!" He yelled. "Sir I'm sorry, he wouldn't have survived a day with that on his heart." She said. Damn.
**Present Day**
"You were everything I had. A million words wouldn't bring you back. I know because I've tried. Neither would a million tears. I know because I cried. I miss you. The last words I said to you, I wish I wouldn't have. I've cried myself to sleep for the past week just thinking about our last conversation." Looking up in the crowd seeing the tears of all his loved ones. Walking off the stage, the pastor took over.
"May the Lord bless and watch over all of you during this tragedy. May the Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious to you. May the Lord look kindly on you and give you peace. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." The pastor said.
"Here lies the body of Marquis Daniels. May he rest in peace."
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