Nobody's Perfect.

"𝗡o one gives a fuck who you are..."

1 week later~

'In loving memory of kyanite Taylor'

It was confirmed by Ky's mom that he had passed away, and it devastated the whole community. This whole situation was just sad as fuck because he was such a cool person and even though he was know to be in a lot of drama people still loved and liked him, he was always fighting for people and giving back to his community in some kind of way, that's why his summer block party was always packed, people enjoyed him.

In memory of him his mom decided that the city should have a candlelight memorial, and anybody could come, so I came.

I know I wasn't always on his side and I kept my distance at times, but I still liked him, he was cool and had a lot of potential in my eyes, but unfortunately the person that took his life didn't see that and they probably didn't care.

"My baby did not deserve to be killed, he didn't want for nothing but happiness. He fought for the children and looked after the people he loved! Why do us black folk keep killing each other! When will this black on black crime stop!"

Every body was holding candles, standing around the car that his mom ms.Owens was standing on top of speaking through A microphone.

"We supposed to be uplifting each other not killing each other!"

Those words hit home, making me start crying. My mom was killed due to gun violence, and I could feel the pain in her voice I knew exactly how she was feeling. Losing some one u Love is the worst feeling ever.

Ken and jay start rubbing my shoulders trying to comfort me, and I thanked them. I wiped my eyes and continued listening to ms.Owens.

"All imma say is that, if the community keeps killing each other..." she put the microphone down to her side and wiped her eyes. "We ain't gone have nothing left."

And with that being said she got off the top of the car with the help of others, handing the microphone to one of ky's cousins so she could talk.

Me and Kennedy were both crying now, and jay was comforting the both of us. He was of course sad about the situation but he hadn't shed a tear, but then again I never seen jay cry.

"I gotta use the bathroom y'all I'll be back."

I walked away towards my house that was literally 1 minute away. I was looking down at my feet just thinking about life, and all the shit people out here go through every day, as I looked up I bumped into something hard and fell painfully on my ass.

I sat on the ground for a minute trying to collect my self. When I looked up at the nigga that knocked me to the ground, he was dark skin, slim but built, stood about 6'3, had dark brown eyes, a low tapered cut with waves, and a chin strap beard and a mustache.

"Damn nigga." I said in pain, my ass was still hurting.

When he opened his mouth he had in a grill.

"Watch where the fuck you going next time shorty."

"It won't be a fucking next time."

He couldn't even help me up, just sad. I got up on my feet and rolled my eyes at him, I ain't even go off like I wanted to, cause 1 it was dark, 2 he looked scary and 3 he was way bigger than me and I know how these niggas get out here so I went on bout my business.

As I was approaching my porch I looked back and seen that he was also looking back, we locked eyes, And then I hurried and turned away walking into my house then shutting and locking the door.

I sat there, re- visualizing his looks. He was one fine ass dude.

"Girl what you doing back in here, ain't u supposed to be out there with ken, and jay."