My Life Story

This is a story about one of my friends rough life. I am not gonna use her real name for safety reasons. The reasons I don't like guns is cause I lost so many friends to bullets It wasn't my bullet... ...but a bullet took their lives ...I can't even pick up a gun anymore ...I mean... ...if you lost 8 friends cause of a bullet to the head ...and 6 cause of a bullet to the chest ...then hold 4 of those 6 in your arms as they die ...lying to them... ...telling them they're gonna be ok... ...crying for months after their death... ....understand?

I question my sanity all the time I still think they're here sometimes... ...I can see them...all grown up

James...he was 16 and I was 13 when he died ...He'd be done with High school now...Going for his dream of being in the NBA. He always would win when we play twenty one. He could dunk it. He had the moves that could break ankles. He was just that good.

Milly...she was 14 i was 13 ...everyone thought shed graduate early because of how smart she was.....she wanted to be a doctor. She looked up to me even if she was older.

Drake he was 19 .. I was 14 ....His girlfriend Nicole was pregnant with their son... ...She hung herself a week after he died...She was 8 months pregnant.. ...He was weeks away from being drafted into the marines. He always picked me up when i was down. He was a good man. He would sacrifice everything he had if it meant his friends were safe. He was on his own at 14. He a man. A man that would take do any and everything possible to keep his loved ones safe. He was the first person to die in my arms. He died for me. Me. I was the one to call his girlfriend and tell her about what happened. She blamed me for his death. I didnt say anything. I just took it all in. The next day she was on the new.

Zane He was 16 ..I was 12... He was the first I held in my arms..... He caresses my cheek...He knew he was dying... Told me to run to safety because the people that shot him were still nearby... ...I told him no...I was gonna be with him till the end... ...He kissed me...Said he loved me....And that he was sorry I had to find out that way... ...He whispered goodbye... ...Then died... ....He took a bullet for me. He didn't care that he was dying.

I don't know how I'm still sane to be honest...

..People have no clue as to what I've gone through ...They call me weak ...I bet you my life none of then could survive losing 14 close friends....Then hold 4 of those 14 as they died.

If your with a group of friends don't call your group of friends a gangs cause one day you can friends them all dead. I had my friends taken from me. Their all died. They should have been living right now...but no their all died. If you ever been int the situation. If you ever find your self with a gun think about it what your doing before you pull that trigger. If you are a kid holding that gun think about if you were that kid the the gun was held up against. Think about how you feel. Think about how you would feel if you were to pull that trigger. Think about what that person your about to gun down. What they last thoughts were. What they felt when they felt their life slipping from their gasp. Could you look your friend in the eyes and tell them everything gonna be alright while you both knew that they weren't gonna make it.

Think about whats wrong and whats right. What your doing what your taking from someone. Your taking someones loved one. Someones father or mother. Big sister or big brother. These people matter to someone. And here you are just taking them away from someone. Your destroying not one but many people. Inside and out. Think about whats wrong and whats right.

This is how she felt after her first friends was taking away from her. She felt guilt that six people died for her. It wasn't their time. Milly wanted to be a doctor. Drake wanted to be a marine. James all he wanted was to live his dream. He said that if he ever made it to the big times he would donate half his winning to people who need house. He wanted to use his dream to help other people. And here i am not even knowing what my after holds for me. I haven't figured it out yet. But they did. And they are tho ones who died. Why. Do i think about it all the time. Yeah i do. Four of those six died in my arms. Not many people can take that s**t. If i was to meet their murders i would ask for them to confess for their sins. Why did they do it. What was the point in taking away someones life. Someones dreams.

Imagine a little girl sweet and in**st going out with her friends. Only to turn a corner and hear loud sounds around her. She looks down and sees her closes friend to her on the ground. This in**st girl watching the life bleed from her friend chest form the bullet wound. This is want it means to be in the real world. This is reality. Not all rainbow and cupcakes huh.

This s**t could have gone down at your school or at your bus stop. Could have happened as you get off you bus after you come home from a math bowl. You won. But the people who gunned you down didn't care. They didn't know who you are and what you stand for. What you mean to other people who were close to you. They just want what they can get from you co**se.

Not Alone

we r rite here with u

Linkin Park- Not Alone Lyrics well i like this song and decided to upload as almost like my part in trying to help Haiti :) anyways it's new and really good btw don't forget to donate for...

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If u have something to say this is the place to say it we r here to help one another

when i go to school i never know wht to expect ... people canbe mean. They think its funny to make fun of others.........

all i want from you is to post ur story of your life at school after school we are here for you and any one elas who needs help with bullies