"So why is you here?" Trey questioned as he walked into my room. A dark skinned boy followed behind him but I didn't know his name.
"Oh hell no." Chris said.
I shared this room with two girls but they haven't been sleeping in here lately, actually they've been sneaking into the guy's part of the house but that's none of my business.
"My mom was just murdered."
"Mine was too, last year."
"Where's your dad?" I questioned.
As me and Trey talked for those three hours, that dark skinned boy ain't say a word to me- he just kept on staring.
I stared at the dark wall, as if I was anticipating something to happen. I pretended as if I didn't see the two girls leave the room as they always did.
"I don't like that black nigga." Chris confessed appearing on my bed.
"You don't like anybody."
"I don't like the way he was lookin' at you."
"Me either but I ain't complaining."
"Whatever." He sighed, "all I'm saying is, lil nigga better keep his distance."
Suddenly, Chris started to stare behind me and he hadn't done that since the incidents with Legience.
"What is it?" I whispered, "is he back?"
Another boy appeared next to Chris, he was darskinned and his braids were not even shoulder length.
"Rakim, go away." Chris said sternly."What is you even doing here?"
"Nigga it's called free will, ion gotta go nowhere."
"Is someone gon' answer my question or nah?"
"Rakim Mayers." Chris answered, "you don't know who Rakim Mayers is?"
"Clearly not if I'm asking dumbass."
"Oh she got a smart mouth." Rakim laughed, "everybody knows who I am."
"Well not me."
"He's responsible for the Crenshaw High Massacre, how could you not hear about that? He shot and killed 45 people."
"Then I killed myself." He smiled, putting an imaginary gun to his head; pretending to blow his brains out.
"Then what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in hell?"
He laughed obnoxiously. "She's funny Chris, how'd you meet this one?"
"Rakim, go. You're not welcomed here."
He scoffed, "and you shouldn't be here either pretty boy."
"But I am, now leave."
Rakim flashed him a sinister smile, "you're gonna be sorry." Then disappeared.
"What's up with him?" I questioned, "why was he here?"
"He's a damn psycho path, didn't you see? He killed 45 people for no fuckin' reason."
"How do y'all know eachother?"
"He died at the same house I did, he comes to visit me from time to time."
"Shouldn't you be a little scared? I mean, he said you're gonna be sorry."
He chuckled. "Scared of what? What's the worst that could happen? I'm already dead shawty.
I cut this chapter short for a reason.
I'm sorry for the long wait, bruh I been sick and busy.
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