Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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~They told me my best friend was dead.

They explained how he died.

They explained when he died.

I still didn't get any of it.

"We were having a party," T-Boy said, trying to withhold his emotions,

"Shane and Yolanda were here. Everyone was here. Then 'she' came."

"Mercedes?" Someone had asked most likely Byron.

"Yes, Mercedes and her brothers came for Yolanda," T-Boy explained, "I

guess they were trying to kidnap her. Shane and I tried to stop them from

taking her. A gun they had went off by accident Shane died."

Shane was dead. Mercedes and her brothers had still kidnapped Yolanda.

The cops were looking for Yolanda actively. There were news teams around

my house. T-Boy said it was an accident, but the only one I could blame

was Mercedes. Shane was dead

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T-Boy had explained it the following day as we all gathered at Shane's

old house. His grandmother was there and so was his mother. They were all

crowded around listening to a preacher give words to ease their grievances.

Truthfully there was no way to sooth this kind of lost.

I found myself avoiding my old friends. I tried to stay completely

clear of Sampson, Byron and T-Boy. I also tried to stay away from Lamont.

Everyone wanted to talk about what had happened. Yet, no one could explain

exactly what had happened. No one could explain why Shane had to die.

"You should all look at this as a time as rejoicing," the preacher

said, "Rejoice because Shane is in a better place "

Fucking lies. I used to believe that. But, how did he know? If he

believed in this faith of a better place then why didn't he kill himself?

If it were 'his' best friend being carried off to a morgue, he would be so

upset.

The preacher continued, "We must come together to give strength to

those who survived Shane."

The preacher spoke stupidity. Shane had no one to take after him.

The rest of us were all useless wastes. Sampson, Byron, T-Boy, Big Rob and

even I were just nothing really. Shane was the basketball player. He had

gotten the scholarships. Shane had his future written in blood. All he

had to do was carry on.

His mother turned to me, "Syn, we lost Shane, didn't we? Did we

really lose him?"

She had never spoken to me before. I had seen her a couple of times,

but there never was a reason for us to really speak to one another. Now

that she did speak, it felt like she wanted answers. They were answers

that I could not give her. I wasn't the one to offer that helpful hand. I