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I remember it like it was yesterday. The heat of the apartments and the anticipation of death. In our tiny dwelling crouching, for fear of spooking whatever trigger happy son of a bitch we had here today. “We”, as in Me, my brother Sam, and my friend Johnny. We were crouching for good reason. Let me tell you now the apartment we stayed at didn’t have the most elegant of guests. This day was pretty much typical, except for the feeling in the air. Everyday we had to hide for fear of stray bullets. Although, most days the bullets were flying from a little farther down the hall. As I hunched over my little brother, I heard a loud slam from the direction of the door. Two blue uniformed cops came barging in, and without warning opened fire. I was missed, and Johnny was shot in the shoulder, my little brother was not so lucky. When they had finally realized their actions I was staring down at my little brother, blood all over me.

To this day I still remember the nonchalant look on the cops’ faces. They knew what they had done, but would not acknowledge. My anger was swelling inside of me these bastards had just taken my only family away from me. What I did next was something I am still regretting to this day. With tears in my eyes, and anger in my heart. I grabbed the nearest weapon which was an aluminum bat. I looked up and saw the two scumbags plotting how they were going to get out of it. I told Johnny that whatever might happen don’t let them get away with this shit. I took a running start and knocked the one closest to me. Just then the other one drew his gun and fired.

I had just gotten the bat pulled back about halfway, when all of a sudden there was a sharp searing pain in my right knee. I dropped instantly, and while one lay unconscious, the other sat down and covered his head. I couldn’t believe I had been shot, and then my mind turned back to my little brother, who was know just a piled mess in the middle of the floor. I drug myself over to this lifeless lump in the floor, and I wrapped my arms around him. I sat there crying until the police came. I was given medical treatment, along with Johnny. I was also given 15 years for assault on an officer, but was later given only 8 years for good behavior, and the two cops who shot my brother are still roaming the streets.