Two weeks have passed since the day I was supposed to walk the stage and graduate. Sitting in my bedroom watching The Price is Right, I begin to wonder if I'll ever see that diploma. The day I disappointed so many people, but it wasn't about that. It was the day that I disappointed myself. As Bob Barker directs some guy to spin the wheel-the phone rings. I don't know who it could be and beginning to feel very lethargic. I don't think I'm gonna get up and answer it. The answering machine went off three times and I hear some yelling coming from that direction. I decide to finally get up and answer the phone after it starts to ring once again.
The phone number looks familiar on the base caller i.d. It was his girlfriend.
Me- Hello?
His girlfriend- Have you seen Mark?
Me- Yah, last night. Why?
H.G.- That little bastard never made it back home last night.
Me- Uh, that sucks...And you're calling because...?
H.G.- Well f--k you if you don't care!
Me- Uh, what?
~The phone goes dead~
At this point, I'm not sure what to think. Should I be concerned? I did drop him off out on his own, but in my defense, he does have some change if he needs to give me a buzz. He knows where I live. I decide to go back to my room, roll something up and head to the backyard and smoke. Clear my mind and go back to watching Bob Barker.
The corner I dropped him off at was known for small time ventures in capital. This place would be like the central market for the common solicitor as long as you were in good with the crowd, anything went. The block was dimly lit and intersected a gravel road that is reminiscent of a utility alley. On the right side of this road stood a rusted metal abandoned building with almost no lighting to speak of. This was a great place to blend in with the shadows. Those who came by would stop the car, blink the lights a few times and wait. But on this day, Mark wasn't ready for what he was going to encounter.
It was your normal weekday after the 1st, really busy. Mark sat in the building waiting, went to a car, made a little cash and vanished amongst the shadows. He started to get used to the rotation. One person after the other going to the car, while the next dealer awaits his turn to serve. As he sits in the shadows of an abandoned building, waiting for cars to stop-something happened. A flash of light followed by a bang was heard from a far...
Somebody's shooting in their general direction. No words were spoken, all you could see is scattering feet, all you could hear is footsteps on the grass or in the gravel. The shot's fired, then ceased as tires screeching is all that could be heard. Mark was dripping beads of sweat that would be comparable to a storm in April. His nerves ran high, allowing him to shake violently in the corner of the building. This day could of easily been the last day of his life, but in the background you could hear someone yelling violently, "I'm hit! I'm hit!"
The screaming came from one of his friends. He was down and Mark had no idea what to do, but sit in the corner of the abandoned metallic building. He wasn't ready to face what this "cold world" was ready to dish his way. He wanted to help, but couldn't find the strength to stand up. Couldn't face his friend, the blood, and the agony this guy was going through.
Finally, Mark put himself together. Threw what product he had left to the ground and started walking...
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