by The GOAT on Mon Apr 17, 2006 12:30 pm
I really need some help, I dont know where to go. I feel like life isnt worth living anymore, I'm now almost certain there is no God, and right now I can't remember ever being as depressed as I am now. Guys, please try to help me out. Here's what happened today.
This weekend's weather has been really nice in New York, so I went down to Brooklyn today to celebrate the good weather with some streetball with my old friends from the hood. I took the train down there and met up with my friend Darrell. We walked down to the court a few blocks away from his houseand jumped in on a game, everything was goin good.
We played for a couple hours, and finally we were too tired to keep playing so we grabbed our stuff and started to walk back. We were just talkin, laughin, makin fun of each other and shit, havin a good time on the way back. All of the sudden, this black car drives up and starts shooting. I saw this huge thug-lookin guy run from behind us and jump behind a dumpster and immediately knew the shots were meant for him, but that didnt matter. Me and Darrell got caught in the crossfire.
We both ducked down in fear trying to make ourselves as small targets as possible. I feld one of the bullets fly right past my ear and hit the building behind us. Another shot a hole through my sleeve, but my shirt was baggy so it didnt hit my arm. When the firing was over, I got up slowly and looked to make sure Darrell was alright. He wasnt. He got shot in the lower leg.
I didn't know what to do, I tried not to panic. I pulled his cell out of his pocket and called 911 and gave them his address. I picked him up to see if I could carry him, and I didn't know if I could, he's 50 pounds heavier than me. He was so scared all he could say was, "Get me to the hospital! I aint gonna die! Fuckin get me there!" I figured I had to at least try to carry him. I ended up pickin him up and running, blood oozing all over my leg, to his front door. I kicked the door down and his mom saw the blood and started crying. the ambulence came quickly, thankfully, and he's in the hospital right now...
But what did he do to deserve all that? I can still hear the gunshots, his screaming, I can sitll feel the blood. Why did this happen? If there really was a God, why would he let it happen? Darrell was one of the most straight kids in the whole city. What hurts even more is, all anyone could say about this was that shit happens sometimes, and you gotta deal with it. Like I don't already know that. I watched my own FUCKING DAD DIE.
I don't see the point. If this shit is just gonna keep happening, why the hell should I go on? Why waste my time?
There is no truth. There is only you and what you make the truth.