We all wear stripes

All dogs go to heaven

My heart stopped my life flashed right in front of me. How could someone do this to you, Paris your the sweetest, no this isn't you it can't be.

"God please! Have mercy!" The angles vanished. I was there alone. Nobody saw his body just lying there as the sun began to rise?

Paris I didn't get to say goodbye I can't say goodbye I can't let go!

"Nooo!" I said shacking him. This is a dream no way, not my brother.

It hit me that he was really gone and it broke my heart. I never will love like loved my brother.

"SOMEBODY HELP HIM!" I yelled and screamed hoping it would bring him to get up.

Paris wake up please you can't go. Paris I won't live without you.

What is this?

Three hours I looked at his unrecognizable face, Three hours I looked at a bullet in his head, Three hours I thought of how we didn't have a last loving hug or conversation, for three hours... I.was just alone. With my heart right in front of me.

6:50 am

"Miss, you have to get up." A police said attempting to touch me.

"FUCK YOU." after what I saw ill never trust a pig like him never!

"he's gone." he said with sympathy.

"Oh like I don't fucking see him laying here! Don't fucking tell me what he is! YOUR supposed to help him! YOUR not protecting him!"  I took six grown men to get me off off Paris. Six.

Mr. Roberto and his wife held me and hugged me and told me how much Paris loved me and how I need to be strong.

Mr. Roberto and Hayden were My only family because when I told my parents...

3days later

"Paris is dead." I broke down crying again. They just watched me cry, as Mr. Roberto and Hayden rubbed my back, in support.

"Okay." My dad said shutting the door. I stayed but the door and heard glass shatter and loud screams.

They cared too. That was there son I know.
They cared but they still couldn't be there for me I was Grieving too!

"Trinity." Hayden said holding my hand.

"Yes?"

"Paris told me to give you this on your birthday." He allowed me a picture of a museum of pictures we painted when we were younger.

"Is that?-" I whipped my eyes it was are spot Musseum but how did he afford to do that.

"I bought the museum for you and it's filled with memories of you guys together and protesting and-"

"Im not ready." I started to cry. If I went inside the museum all I would do would tear everything apart.

That was one of my ways of gireving.

"Well here's something youd want."

Comptoms tag?

"He said that you picked it out, he told me all about Compton and just know this all dogs go to heavy too."

"I hope. So. So. He could at least be. Be happy." I cried and laughed. It warmed my heart to image him and Compton together happy.

Other than me that dog was his best friend.