My kinda Nightmare

as he lays on his back just staring at the ceiling watching all the colors in the paint come to life he takes another puff of his joint. as the darkness begins to consume his body he feels a warm fluid dripping from his eye. He touches it and looks at it, it’s blood. he then quickly races to the bathroom to dry his eyes as blood slowly makes its way down his cheek to his chin. once he is all cleaned up he stumbles to the kitchen where his mother is sitting with a cup of coffee and a stack of papers. The boy, no older than 12 years old, slowly takes out the cash from his mothers wallet. This was a normal night for a young man by the name of William. Although he did not originally intend to become a drug dealer, the thoughts of fulfilling a scar face dream made him turn to this life.

As the years went by he began to sell more and more weed, eventually he began to sell the crack rock to any one he could find, mothers, brothers and discrimination was not a problem. This built up a reputation for him as a gang began to form around him, all wanting a piece of the pie. But when a deal went south and he was picked up by the cops, he was arrested for 12 months. At the end of month 2 the cops gave him a choice to either spend the rest of his sentence in a cell or he could be let free if he gave them some information on the gang-bangers in the local area. The moment he got that chance, he squealed like a pig, and word spreads fast when a rat is in the mix. the moment that word hit the streets that he was a rat. His crew dissapeared. It took him many years to just get half of the members to trust him as he began starting fights with anyone, selling everything and doing as much as he could to get the respect back in the eyes of his crew.

One year passed of this then he began to think of the big time. He began to consider becoming a made man. His final desicion was that he would meet the other made men at a well known club in the middle of town. The moment he got there he noticed that all the g

as he lays on his back just staring at the ceiling watching all the colors in the paint come to life he takes another puff of his joint. as the darkness begins to consume his body he feels a warm fluid dripping from his eye. He touches it and looks at it, it’s blood. he then quickly races to the bathroom to dry his eyes as blood slowly makes its way down his cheek to his chin. once he is all cleaned up he stumbles to the kitchen where his mother is sitting with a cup of coffee and a stack of papers. The boy, no older than 12 years old, slowly takes out the cash from his mothers wallet. This was a normal night for a young man by the name of William. Although he did not originally intend to become a drug dealer, the thoughts of fulfilling a scar face dream made him turn to this life.

As the years went by he began to sell more and more weed, eventually he began to sell the crack rock to any one he could find, mothers, brothers and discrimination was not a problem. This built up a reputation for him as a gang began to form around him, all wanting a piece of the pie. But when a deal went south and he was picked up by the cops, he was arrested for 12 months. During the first month he met a man who was in for rape, murder, manslaughter, breaking and entering, destruction of property and assault. The first thing that young william asked was, “did you ever think you would get caught?”

The man replied and simply said “what are you in for, drugs charges? what only a couple of months, thats minor. If you ask a nigga doing life if he knew the consiquences of his actions, he would say hell yea, and id do it all again in a heart beat. But when you ask him that same question but word it differently he will say, If i had another chance, i would do it, but i always knew, as wicked men do, that i woudl be caught. i knew that i would spend the rest of my life dancing with the devil on this cold cell block floor. i just knew it”

At the end of month 2 the cops gave him a choice to either spend the rest of his sentence in a cell or he could be let free if he gave them some information on the gang-bangers in the local area. The moment he got that chance, he squealed like a pig, and word spreads fast when a rat is in the mix. the moment that word hit the streets that he was a rat. His crew dissapeared. It took him many years to just get half of the members to trust him as he began starting fights with anyone, selling everything and doing as much as he could to get the respect back in the eyes of his crew.

One year passed of this then he began to think of the big time. He began to consider becoming a made man. His final desicion was that he would meet the other made men at a well known club in the middle of town. The moment he got there he noticed that all the guards were equipped with either AK-47’s or AUG’s. He knew he would have to be careful with what he did and what he said. He slowly pushed open a door to see three men playing cards, women dressed in barely any thing dancing for their pleasure and a lone man in the corner, bloodied, beaten and broken. you could tell by his eyes. they had nothing in them, they were dead. As William walked in he stood in silence and waited for the other men to acknowledge that he was in the room. This took a decent 20 to 30 minutes. Once they noticed him they told him to take a seat.

“so, W, You wanna become a made man, huh?”

william nodded

“Well good fucking luck.”

William was shocked, and the expression on his faced showed this.

“look my nigga, it works like this, any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs, and nigger with a red shirt can front like a blood, but it takes a real thug to stab someone till they are dead, with their body parts all over the floor, staring directly into their eyes, watching as the life fades away from them. You wanna be made. I’ve got a test for you”

Just as the man finished his sentence the man in the corner moaned, the man then pulled out a knife and slit his throat, covering one of the girls in blood.

“now, your test, i suggest that we put him to the rookie stuff. How about raping a bitch, this’ll prove just how cold hearted you are”

as his eyes focused in on the man who now had a large chunk of his throat missing, he then began to consider what his cell mate had told him, “there is always the wicked who knew in advance”. Though he agreed as his greed and fantasy muddied his desicion. so they made a time for a quater to three in the morning to meet.

As William was in his room, waiting for the men to show up and pick him up to begin his intiation he considered what he was doing, how it might end and where it might lead to. he began to zone out, sweat dripped down his forehead as he considered that if he was caught and squealed again then he would be killed, he would be beaten to death then dumped on the side of a highway. He was startled by the sound of a beep. he quickly rushed outside and got in the car, as it took of speedily. When they got to the projects they began to smoke blunts and joke for entertainment as the rain was pouring down on the roof above. They noticed a woman walking alone down an alley way. All the men in the car silently got out and followed her till they got to a hotel which had been abandoned. they then wrapped a shirt around her face and kicked her to the floor.

“this is it kid, now prove that your raw”

so Will pulled her up the stairs and to the roof where no one could hear her scream. He yelled at her, screaming

“shut the fuck up, and stop moving aroung” but she kept fighting, so he kicked her until her ribs broke. looking back on it now, those dirty basterds, they knew exactly what they were doing. They kept kicking her until her jaw was broken aswell as her legs, arms and spirit. As she began to sob through the shirt, blood began to stain it as well. Once the woman had stopped moving, they told will he would be the one to go first. But they all took a turn. Once they had all finished one of the men pulled out a brand new 22 mm. glock. 

“she’s a witness, if you kill this bitch, then you are garenteed a spot in our crew, you will be one of the brothers.”

He considered the action he was about to take, but his greed, and longing to fit in made him take the glock, and he placed the gun right to her head. as he pulled back the shirt from her face, his eyes widened, his mouth stuttered and his hands quivered as he realised that he was staring into the eyes of his own mother. She stared back and cried, cried harder than ever before, cried more than when they were raping her. He fell back and walked to the edge of the roof, looked up at the sky and screamed for god. But he wasn’t listening, instead the devil heard him. He then looked back at the men who had just helped him rape his own mother and jumped backwards off the roof. He died with no soul that night. The men then killed his mother and never spoke about it, and still dont to this day. People always say that death takes you to a better place, but in this case i doubt it. Now please, please listen because the story that i have just written is true. William was my cousin. I was in that same gang, and i was the one who set up the meeting place. i am sorry. im sorry for everything that i have ever done, and i now that this may not be the best place to put this story, but it was the only way to make sure that people saw it. im sorry.