Post #5

"whew!" I wake up sweating and breathing heavily, reliving that horrible night. The night my brother died in my arms. The dream... no... nightmare was too realistic, involving every detail. Enrique and I were walking home from the movies back in our old neighborhood. See we were both apart of this gang, Devil Dogs. My brother never wanted to be in it in the first place and once the other members heard about it through the streets, Enrique was wanted dead. I started saving up so we could move when i heard about the hit. We seldomly left the house, but that night I let my guard down. I even let my strap at home, worst mistake. As Enrique and I was crossing the street, I saw another member approach the light in his candy blue Regal. With no hesitation we simultaneously took off in a full sprint. It felt like we were running at mach speed. After a block of running I looked back and saw the car gaining ground like a lion chasing down its dinner. We cut down an alley and the monstrous vehicle roared behind us. Boxed in by a fence there was no where to go but over, as soon as we started climbing I heard "BOAW!" and my brother hit the ground. I looked back and saw the car reversing out, I looked down and saw my brother laying there helpless. I remember that sparkle in his eyes as he looked up at me. I dropped to my knees and put his head in my lap he went in his pocket and grabbed then necklace our pops gave to him after he graduated high school. Soon after that he stopped breathing. A week later a moved out of that area and moved to Finch Pointe, I swore if I ever saw the killer again he was a dead man...