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I stared at the dirty sidewalk we've been sitting at for the past 5 days after his house got evicted and I stomped my feet in frustration, "When are we going home?" I asked my brother Keed. "Theres no home Kay..theres no home and you know that." Thats not the answer I wanted to hear but I knew thats what it was. I watched the few people pass as we sat there—not acknowledged.
"Excuse me ma'am-" "Get a job you black mother fucker..." An old white lady said cutting Keed off as she passed by. We didn't even say anything because we got used to people treating us this way, assuming we put ourselves in this position. Sad thing is he did have a job. He took his shifts at night while I slept in the car.
It started to get late and we headed to the car, He reclined the seats and we laid there trying to get some sleep. But I knew the moment I did he would be going. He would come back with some food and maybe spare money if he was lucky—and It was like that for a couple days.
I remember waking up one day with a headache, "You prolly slept wrong." Keed answered and rubbed my head, "Eat the food I got you and you gone feel better when you done." But after I ate it didn't go away, I actually felt even worse. But I went with him to go beg for money because I wanted to stay by his side. Keed eventually brought me back to the car while he went to find a way to get some medication.
He frowned, "Medicine expensive as hell..we ain' gone have nothing to eat for a while.." He told me. "Its ok imma feel better soon." I insisted, but that never happened. Keed finally went for some medication—leaving the money. He came back not too long later and quickly ran into the car driving off.
I didn't know where to..but we went anyways, "Here.." He said to me after we stopped finally giving me the medicine, "By tomorrow you gone feel better, I promise." He kissed my forehead as I drifted back to sleep—not knowing that would be the last time I would see my older brother.
I woke up late in the afternoon no sight of him. Since I woke up so late he would've been here by now but he wasn't. I looked at the front seat examining the little bit of food and money there. I sat in the car until mid night and still no sign of Keed. I took a risk and headed outside looking for him until I saw his body just laying in the road.
I don't know if this was suicide because of how depressing our situation was, or an accident..but I laid there crying until I was grabbed and my mouth was covered to muffle my screaming. Soon I was hit and knocked unconscious, not knowing where I was being taken. シ
I woke up in a moving van and in my veiw I saw another teen girl sitting there stripped down to her bra and underwear. I looked down to find myself also stripped down and I started to slam on the van walls screaming for help, "Stop! Stop!" She said to me pulling me back. "I don't wanna be here! I don't wanna be here.." I sobbed as she covered my mouth.
