𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐩 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐩 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 | ᴍɪᴄʜᴇʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏɴ

ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴍᴏ ᴛᴏʀʀɪᴄᴇʟʟɪ

ʀʏᴀɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓
𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

To say my life has been shit is an understatement.

My biological father left my mother when she was just two months pregnant with me, but that never hurt because a couple of months after I was born my mom met my step-father.

Life was fairly well up until I was ten years old.

At ten I witness my parents get killed right in front of me after a robbery gone wrong. For the next couple of months, I was bombarded by the press and cops. I got bullied at school for a short while until I couldn't take it anymore.

Every other week I was fighting after school. In the beginning, I got my ass whooped, but after a while of doing so, I toughened up and started winning. That lead to me getting cocky and in turn, I started hanging out with the wrong people.

I hung out with the gang bangers and drug dealers, and after seeing all the great things they had I wanted to start slanging dope too. As you can tell, I didn't do anything of that sort, but I was the Watchman— or girl if you would like to put it. I was the one who told the guys if the block was hot or not and kept them updated on the latest 'tea'.

During that time I was apart of my fair share of fights, shootouts, and arguments. By the time I was twelve I've seen at six dead bodies, but my emotions were so locked off it didn't faze me. That was up until I met my Hudson, my best friend, my world, my brother.

For the first time in years, I was truly happy to see/be around someone. He was my partner in crime, but also kept me level headed. We ran from the cops together, snuck out together, even saved money together. With him, I felt like I could take on the world.

That was until he was shot and killed right in front of me though.

For witnessed someone I love take their last breath for the tried time and then had to recount in detail how they died, reliving the moment as if I was there again. The difference between my parents and Hudson's death though was that I had to look his mother in the eye after everything that had happened.