Your last memories of a ganster
by Yessenia Gomez
I'm sitting at the edge of my bed looking at your photograph and recalling the memories, why couldn't it be me why you, why did you had to go into find detail in your gang work,I remember this memory wished never happened, I remember myself walking down an ally soon I stopped, I saw you there and you mouthed me the words "stop don't move," and I didn't knew what I was doing, or thinking but I disobeyed you, so you gave me this look I never thought you had, the look made me shiver and nerves about what you gonna do next. Before me or you were to move our lips, your rivals slowly came out they pointed at me and laughed, I didn't knew why but they laughed, their next move they pulled out a gun and pointed it towards me, I couldn't scream so I raced my arms to my face and as I did that I saw my life's events, I soon heard the trigger so I fell to the ground but I didn't get shot you did!, how could you take the bullet for me it was mine I caused all this, I wish you heard, but no instead I cried, and I lifted your once coffee carmel hand that was soon losing it's color, and I lifted your delicate hand and pressed it against my cheek, I felt myself cry, but I didn't knew what to feel, angry because you took the bullet for me and I didn't listen to you, or sad cuz you died,that felt like it was yesterday, but no it was few years ago but my wound still seems so fresh, and I hope you're looking down at me instead of up, and letting you know that I love you and forever on, rest in peace my friend.
By yessenia a 13 year old girl