Wednesday 4-13-2011 Get to it
04-13-2011, 02:01 PM
I can't believe I forgot this. When I was nine, my best friend and I were playing outside, and we heard a bang from his house. So we went in, and his dad was laying on the floor bleeding, and his mom was sitting on the couch with a gun, and smoking a cigarette all calm. I freaking baled. Hauled ass across some vacant lots to my house, and by the time I told my mom the police already swarmed the area.
The guy died later that day, the mom went to jail, and I never seen that kid again. Nobody else ever moved into the apartment either. We would go and look in the window, and the carpet still had blood stains.
The guy died later that day, the mom went to jail, and I never seen that kid again. Nobody else ever moved into the apartment either. We would go and look in the window, and the carpet still had blood stains.