When I was 10 and a half, I was chilling with my friends and sitting in front of a house. We were playing around. But, then these two dudes, who wore bandanas over their mouth, (they were obviously gang members) stood in front of the porch and stared at us. My two friends were joking around and flashed some gang signs to them. Then, I went inside to get a drink. But then, I heard gun shots coming right out of the front, which was only one room away from the kitchen where I was. I ran to the front, but I was scared as shit to open the door. I looked out the window with the blinds down, and I opened a small hole. All I saw was blood. The two people were gone, so I ran out of the front door. People started to walk out of their houses. I saw my two closest friends in a pool of blood, and all I did for a whole 30 minutes was stare at them. No one even tried to call the cops. Where I live, if you call the cops, people will look for you and kill you. One of my friends, Josh, had been shot 5 times. One was in the head. My other friend, Kev, got shot 8 times. Two went through his heart. I sat down next to the bodies. I was thinking of my life, and how I could've died right there if I was still sitting there. When I came home, my mom already knew what had happened from watching the news. She hugged me and asked if I was okay. I just said "No" and went to my room. I couldn't sleep that day. I did nothing in school and I got suspended for not doing any work for the whole week. I then started to have nightmares where a black figure pulls out a gun and shoots me over and over and over. I couldn't move for some reason, but the torture was that I could scream. I only got 2 hours of sleep each night. This was for a whole year. I finally met new friends, and they tried cheering me up. They kept asking what was wrong with me. I didn't tell ANYONE about this. But, then, this girl came up to me. She felt sad from looking at my face. Her name was Sandy. She all of a sudden kissed me. We went out for a whole two years, but we had to break up last summer because she moved away. I wanted to kill myself then. But, weirdly, the same thing happened. I met new people, and, now this girl named Kim started to come and talk with me. I was her first kiss. We're still going out to this day, and I don't think we'll ever break up.
I know this was supposed to be scary, but I find this scary. This is just a PART of my horrible past and present life.
