*Th3 G3tAwAy*

So far, school started about 2 weeks ago & the mysterious guy, Ibrahin, hasn’t followed her anywhere. It’s been pretty successful, she thought. No problems have been occurring but kids still stare. Best of all, no gangs have been after me! It’s all good . . . . Or so she thought.
Constance was going to school like any other day. Some girls were talking at the corner where the bus stop was. They seemed pretty happy. They looked like how girls are supposed to look, she thought. Not that trashy ghetto junk most girls put on. Big golden earrings, tight pants that go up there put every five minutes, and especially all that trashy make up. It seems most girls’ wrist the whole mascara on their eyes. No wonder people up north think most of us are ghetto . . . . Because it looks like most of us are. These girls were different. Dressed regular. Simple top, a few accessories & jeans w/simple colored flats. Constance hardly saw any girl dress like that. She liked it. She would dress like that if she could but fashion wasn’t on her mind right now. She had more important things to take care of.
Constance was walking towards them to wait for the bus. Suddenly a car vroom’s by with a cop car right after it. Gun shots go off & one of the girls at the bus stand collapses. “Help! Someone help!’” yells the other girl & panicky lifts her friend up off the ground. Constance immediately runs towards them & drops to her knees beside the collapsed girl. Only two gunshot wounds & they were on her leg. The fear in the other girl’s eyes looked terrible. Like she saw a monster & she was as pale as the moon. It had even scared Constance for a bit. Constance cleared her head & got her mind straight. She took out her phone & called the ambulance. This is my fault. This is my fault. This is my fault! She thought angrily. “Hey! Girl!” said Constance. The girl turned to look at her & looked like she snapped out of the trauma she was in. “Y-yeah . . . “she said in a panicky voice. “Your friends gonna be fine. I’ve seen wounds like this before so I know.” Constance tried to sound comforting but I guess affection & comfort from her left, along with her family.”The ambulance will be here any minute now, so don’t worry. I’ll leave you her, alright?” she still sounded cold. ”y-yea. Th- thanks . .” Constance gave a smirk stood up & ran towards the direction of the car. After a few blocks, she noticed the car was headed towards the school. It probably ditched the cops, she thought. She kept on running until she finally got there.
Constance quickly hid behind a bush form someone’s house. She was right! The guys in the car were after her! “Damn it! Instead of shooting me they shot the girl! When they saw that wasn’t me they went to go wait for me at the school! Shit! They’re on to me!” then she swore a little under her breath. Damn! It is all my fault! It always is! WHY though? Why!? -She thought- I have to fix this . . . I have to! Constance got back up her feet & got her mind straight. She then ran into the school parking lot, which was across the street, & jumped the gated fence. Constance didn’t know why they put fences up, they never really worked. She hid behind one of the teachers’ cars & put up her hood. Then she took out a gun from her back pack & gently placed it in her pocket.
Constance got up & casually walked over to the school buildings. She felt like she was gonna drop to her stomach & looked as pale as ever, she felt it too. Her heart was beating so fast it seemed the whole world could hear ti. Even though she was as scared as hell she couldn’t show it in her face. A gangster or thug that can easily get scared just by shooting someone or just holding a gun isn’t a real thug. All people were like this . . . human but, no one ever showed it. It seemed like a law for them. She knew for a fact that they were in the school somewhere. She then leaned against one of the trees & waited. She then spotted the car on the street with the doors open. Constance then scanned the country club looking for them. “Damn it, where are they?” she said to herself. She got off the tree and started walking fast in search for the men. “AAAHH!” Constance looked around & then followed where the scream was coming from. She ended up with a crowd of people. The people were surrounding a dark skinned man, w/a short beard & wearing baggy clothes holding a gun. He was pointing it at the girl he was holding under his arm. The girl struggled to pull away but his grip was too strong. “Please! Please! Let me go” she said crying. Then he demanded, “Where is she!? Tell me where this girl is!” He then pointed the gun to the picture he was holding. It was a picture of Constance’s face looking away.”I’ll kill this girl if you don’t tell me where she is!?” he yelled towards the crowd. Constance moved in quickly, shoving people until he finally snuck up behind him. She then quickly took the gun out of her pocket & pointed it to the back of his head. “Let go of her Jerome.”Jerome’s eyes glanced to the bottom corner of his eye then back. He calmed himself down then quietly said “Well, well, if it isn’t Constance. I’ve been looking for you. How’s your family?” “Never mind my family. Let her go!” Her frustration was rising & her voice by the second. “I don’t think so,” said another voice behind her. It was the second man in the car. “We finally found you,” he said with a smile. “Put the gun down & I’ll let her go,” Jerome said. Constance thought about it a little but she thought it was best for her to do what she was told. She threw the gun towards the crowd behind her. Jerome let go of his grasp & she immediately ran towards the crowd. “Get the handcuffs on her,” said Jerome while pointing the gun at her. The other guy did what he was told & then grabbed the handcuffs & put it on her. Jerome nodded his head & the other guy tightened the cuffs then forced Constance towards the car they were in. They were heading towards the car when Ibrahin gun Constance dropped earlier & points it to the back of Jerome’s head. Jerome slowly puts his hands up in the air & calmly says “What do you want?” “First, put your gun down-“–he gulped-“Second . . . let go of Constance before I blow your brains out!” You could tell Ibrahin was scared as hell; he wouldn’t stop shaking his hand that was holding the gun. But he didn’t show fear in his eyes.
Jerome froze. Then he told his friend to let her go. The man did what he was told & let Constance go. Jerome then dropped the gun. Constance grabs the gun off the floor & hides behind Ibrahin. “Thanks,” she says pointing the gun towards the other man.
Suddenly, sirens go off. The sounded faint put the noise was getting louder & louder by the second. Ibrahin smiled & said “Great, now the cops can have you.” Jerome turns around & Ibrahin tightens his firm on the gun. Suddenly, Jerome punches Ibrahin in the stomach. Ibrahin drops the gun. He quickly reacts & grabs the gun. He then pointed it to Ibrahin & yells to Constance, “Drop the gun or the guy gets it!” Constance calms herself down & throws gun towards the other man. Jerome nods his head & says “Get the gun Will.” Will picks up the gun & points it towards Constance. They both make eye contact & nod their heads, as if they already know their next move. The sirens were getting louder & louder. Then, they both walk back slowly. The farther they went the faster they walked back. Suddenly, they both shoot once. The crowd screams & back away. Constance gets hit with one of the bullets but it only leaves a scratch on her arm. Will & Jerome both run towards the fence ahead of them & drop their guns before they climb it. Constance reacts & runs after them in anger. She grabs both guns & sticks them in her pocket & quickly jumps the fence in time. Will & Jerome struggle to get in the car. The sirens were getting louder than before. They both finally get in the car & speed off while Constance runs after them. Constance takes out both guns, both in each hand getting ready to fire. Ibrahin reacts & gets up. He jumps the fence & runs towards Constance. “Don’t! Don’t do it!” he screams out while trying to hold back Constance from shooting. She avoids him & shoots. BANG! BANG! Car tires screech with a loud CRASH at the end. Jerome’s silver car was crushed against a smaller green car. Silence passes & then the two men bolt out of the silver car. They both try to run for it but Constance aims & shoots Jerome down. “Stop! Constance!” Ibrahin screams out. Ibrahin grabs her arms from behind & then she drops both guns. Then, realizing what she had just done, drops to the ground with Ibrahin holing her. Her shocked face stares at Jerome’s lifeless body flat on the ground. The cops finally speed to the scene ignoring the kids in the school. Constance lowers her head & quietly says, “Let me go.” “Wha . . .” responds Ibrahin. Constance voice rises & says again, “Let me go!” Ibrahin lets her go, thinking she would stay. But as soon as he did she ran. “Constance!”
She ignored his cry & just kept running down the street. She ran & never looked back until she hit an alley. There, she hides behind a green dumpster. She grabs a silver trashcan near her & uses it to cover the hole revealing her & then hides behind it. Her breathing gets heavier & she drops to the ground. She closes her eyes shut to avoid the tears but her emotions get the best of her. Soon, her cheeks were full of warm watery tears. It was like rain that never lifted. She cries & cries & cries until her tears put her to sleep. She spent the night behind the dumpster, with her face buried in her arms.

P@iN

As you sit there alone,you cry

Your heart bleeds out

As you scream in pain and sadness

Everyday hatred builds and builds,

Till sadness over whelms you

You can't take this anymore,In tears,You search for a way to end this pain

To spread your wings and fly,

Then you find it as you hold it in your hand,

Ready to be released from this cursed life

But then you stop and think about the people who really love you

As you place the thing down,and back away

you lay in the dark and cry alone


One of my friends wrote this. Thought I'd post it up 4 her. Her website -->http://itachi-kakashi.deviantart.com/