Gunshots. Boom. A loud pop. Nothing's gonna survive that.
Walk. Walk. Walk. Faster now. Walk. Walk. Don't run.
Act normal. Don't show you're nervous. Walk.
Walk. Walk to school. Walk to the classroom. Walk.
Act like you're from the same neighborhood.
Walk. Smile. Pretend you were deaf this morning.
Act like it. Feel like it. Be like it. Act.
A simple thing to do. Hard, but simple.
The only way to make sure you're not next behind their gun.
Walk. Smile. Be the better version of yourself.
Pretend you heard nothing of the whispers.
Walk. Walk. Walk back home.
Gunshot. Boom. A loud pop.
Screams in the distance.
Gunshot. Boom. A loud pop.
Cries getting louder and louder.
Walk. Walk. Now run.
Run. Run. You can't walk now.
Unless you wanna see your mother cry in a cemetery.
Run. Run. Run faster.
Faster than all the guys on the track team.
Gunshot. Gunshot. Boom. Boom.
A loud pop. Louder than you remember.
Warmth. Liquid. Spilling down your stomach.
Red. All you see is red.
Then black.
