"Please don't let me die." - KIMANI GRAY - March 9th 2013
The blonde officer picked up the wallet and unzipped it. "Let's see the type of contraband you have stashed in here." He said.
"Mother- officer that's my mom's purse." Mars watched as the officer emptied to purse, dropping its contents. Mars had a newfound burst of strength. He pushed his legs that were being held by the other officers and tried to wiggle free.
BANG. At four past eight, Mars Philip was shot. His shoulder, the one pressed against the floor went numb. Mars' eyes widened at the realisation of what just happened. He screamed out for his momma.
"Listen man. I'm not fighting. Don't let me die. Please don't let me die. I'm not fighting."
There was another bang but this time it was the slam of a door. Stephan ran out his convenience store. He stayed by the wall though. In his hand a cell phone, held up and the camera pointed at where Mars was on the floor.
"Get my face." Mars screamed. "Get my face. I got shot." This triggered an officer, the one gripping his shoulders, to move to his neck.
Mars felt the weight of a 200lb officer on his neck. And he couldn't breathe.
