Taking The Throne (Urban)

Prologue

I turned around and was met with a loud bang as I collapsed to the floor pain suddenly taking over my body.

I looked down to see that the previous crisp white tee was stained with my own blood as I realized I've been shot. My hands clutched the bullet wound, blood seeping through my own hands, and staining the wooden floor.

I began taking short raspy breaths as I tried to take as much air as I could, while my body quaked with pain, paralyzed.

I heard a low chuckle and looked to see my shooter, gun still in hand and aiming at me.

"Damn Ant, looks like you got caught slipping," he said gleefully. He walked closer to me and crouched down.

"After I take care of you," he waved his gun. "I'mma take care of that fine ass bitch you got," he said suggestively.

I spat blood onto that bitch nigga's shoes. "Fuck you."

He shook his head.

"I'll make sure to piss on your grave, bitch," he said lowly before standing up, aiming the gun straight for my head as I laid there bleeding and helpless.

Against my will, my eyes fell onto the barrel of the gun that would soon end my life. Only seventeen years I got to experience.

Graduation would be exactly one week from now, and I wouldn't be there, along with the other seniors that didn't make it.

It seemed like such a waste. All those long hours I spent making up work and the parties I missed cause of a project due the next day, all so I could graduate on time.

But maybe it wasn't a waste, because I got to see her smile because she thought I was trying to better myself.
Obviously that was a lie, because I wouldn't be laying here, dying right now.

A part of me did try though, not a large part, but I made an attempt.

I'm sorry.

I know I never said it no matter how many times I hurt you, been the reason of your tears, or the cause of your disappointment.

I'n sorry I gave you hope of a better me, and you held onto that hope, instead of all of the many people who let go. Shit, I'm so fucking sorry.

I'm sorry my attempt to do better wasn't good enough, and that you wasted time on a hopless cause.

And I'm also sorry, because I'll never tell you this, even if I had the chance.

Another loud bang filled the air as the trigger was pulled.