Death of us

When your a child, you imagine life sort of as a fairy tale.

Well it has its good shares of villians and good hearted people thats for sure.

But this life I wouldnt even compare to fairy tale, more like a nightmare.

 Sitting on the stone wall I dangled my feet over the side, the air passing through my toes. It was a chilly night, that was for sure.  I didn't mind at all though, these nights are what made me feel most at peace. The neighborhood was dead silent, which was unusual for where I lived. But yes on these nights, you couldn't even hear a cricket's song.

 I smiled to myself, wishing that this peaceful time would last. Deep in my heart though I knew it wouldnt. Almost instantly a black car with tinted windows rolled onto the street. This time of night most people wouldn't suspect cars to be out. In Diela though, this was normal and it meant one thing and one thing only if a car was out this late.

 The car slowly came to a hault and the darkened figure rolled down the windows I really couldnt make out his/her features. A cloud of smoke came out the  drivers window, guess he/she was a smoker. I saw an arm slowly extend out the passenger window toward an apartment building near the stone wall I sat.

 My heart began to beat fastly, i knew what was to take place next. I jumped off the stone wall and it seemed forever until I hit the floor beneath me. I turned my head up as gun fire began shattering windows, breaking pots outside, hitting cars parked out side, and then it stopped. The car sped away like the devil was after them.

 I slowly rose to my feet, my head argued whether or not to check on the people inside. If they were dead I really didnt want that image in my head like the thousand other horrid imagines I've seen. But then something hit me, Ms. Santana lived there.... A single mother with 2 young baby girls.

 My heart began to beat on over drive as I ran towards the apartment she lived in, apartment 3. I put my hand under the matt where she kept the key. I know because I often babysat for her, before her child a boy was murdered. My hand shook as i put it in the door knob.. slowly i turned the door.