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My friend Pete was shot through his face today, with a snub nose registered in his own name. The person he was walking with was lucky enough to only get grazed across his temple. He attempted to chase one of the three kids responsible with a broken golf club, taped up to fashion a small club. The three kids, faces concealed by hoods take off into separate directions. The friend realizing the severity of his own wound, drops his weapon on my front step. The first cop car arrives, immediately followed by an ambulance.
Amidst all the confusion and darkness, with a broken street lamp above him providing no light. Pete managed to pull himself off the ground and burst into the nearest house, frantically asking for a phone to use. He calls his mom first, and then his girlfriend. Speaking through the blood, forcing words through torn skin. Pete was able to speak with the only two loves in his life.
The bullet bored a path entering through his jaw and exiting at the back of his head.
He was able to say what he needed, fearing it would be the last time he heard her voice. The blood leaving his body at a steady pace. Peering through a haze, it's difficult to stand. He faces the staircase, which is covered in a unique shade of red. Accepting the reality he is facing and with the feeling of panic subsiding Pete takes one step and collapses.
The scene settled, neighbors informed police that peter had always had an issue with heroin and crack. Telling them peter was a problem. The cops heard all they needed. It won't be on the news, you wont read about it in the paper. His story was over in the eyes of the law and the media.
To people who never knew him, he was a young heroin addict, nothing but a criminal.
Me and my friends knew him, he was a good kid dealing with trouble in his life. He fought through a year of withdrawal from heroin, he lost his best friend to an overdose, and was thrown out of the funeral. hated by the family.
Only having his mom and girlfriend left in his life. He was still heavy into coke, getting involved with the wrong people. Him and his girlfriend promised each other they wouldn't touch anything except alcohol. Fearing that people were after him for his past debts, Pete obtained a .22 legally. The gun was taken from him in his own house, and eventually it was used against him days later.
Our society is pathetic.
Everything happened before the stars were even out, I was walking with three other people, to the corner where it happened. We got there in time to see the friend holding a t-shirt to his head, stopping the blood. We heard frankies mom yelling, pointing at the younger kids down the street. We saw pete carried into an ambulance and taken away.
My friend was the only person to see what happened, he saw the three shots from his front step. He saw the three kids run, he flicked his cigarette and hid there. He didn't know any of the kids, and around here you know everyone. I don't know what to say, it's disgusting. You can have someone murdered for less then a hundred dollars, and you'll never get caught. I can show you a sewer where a .45 still sits in, used by at least five different people with at least five different lives taken. Something is wrong with where we live, who knows what will happen before our society is forced to change. Rotting from the outside in.