Drake Imagines

Injustice 2

Yn POV

I dropped the phone on the floor. A multitude of thoughts flooded my mind.

"Yn," Wayne is calling me on the end of the phone. "Wayne I'm gonna call you later," I hang up and put my shoes on.

My mom comes in and looks at me like I'm crazy. "Child have you lost your damn mind."

"Mom I have to go."

"Go where? At this damn time you better sit your ass down."

Now i was frustrated because I was angry. I had a lot of emotion built up inside of me and someone I am in love with was bleeding out on the floor in front of a white man in a blue uniform with a gold badge that was supposed to represent honor.

There's nothing honorary about murder.

"Mom please," I feel my voice crack and tears falling down my face. "We have to help him."

Her face softens and she gets concerned. "Help who?"

"Drake has been shot by twelve."

The look on her face was indescribable. Horrified to say the least. "Yn was that boy selling?"

I feel my sanity slip away from me. "No he wasn't selling anything he was going home. Why don't y'all ever understand this." I get up from the floor and go outside to see lights from every direction. I almost became blind by the light.

I didn't even wanna think about the possible outcomes of this situation. I walked closer to the lights and then I saw him on the floor.

Pale as ever and coughing up blood.

"What the fuck," I walk towards him. I can hear voices shouting at me. "Ma'am you need to back up from the scene." I ignore them and keep going.

"What the fuck is wrong with you people," I start crying. "WHERE THE FUCK IS AN AMBULANCE."

"Get the fuck away from here. This isn't your business," one officer says.

"NOT MY BUSINESS? ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? DEATH ISNT HIS BUSINESS NEITHER, CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE." I was mad because I was crying now. And I was crying because I was confused. Where the fuck is an ambulance. You don't just shoot someone and not call an ambulance.

Even serial killers get that mercy.

I pull out my phone and dial 911. Can I even do that?

"Who are you contacting," the officer asks me again.

"I don't fucking know right now. I can't even call 911 to save someone's life because I'm scared they're just gonna bring back up for you guys," I glare at him. He just looks at me.

I see his mother in front of the building and I go to her. "Can I call an ambulance?"

She nods and I hold her. She lost his father and I knew if she lost her son she wouldn't survive.

"Hello? I have a seventeen year old boy shot," I speak to whomever the fuck.

"Alright we will be sending police and an ambulance."

"No we don't need anymore police. They've done enough."

She sounds very confused by what I'm saying but I give her the address and hang up. I hear crunching in the grass and realize that it's Wayne coming my direction with a wet face

"Come here," he and I embrace in a hug and we just stay like that until the ambulance comes.

I can see Drake's chest rising up and down still. His breathe coming from his body like a factory polluting the air.