This is the story that test the bonds of true friendship, that is built to withstand the greatest storms. The story that depicts the most electrifying battles within one young life. This story is told through the eyes of Diamonique Matthews, as she recollects the events from within her life, and those that she hold dear to her heart.
Diamonique had woke up, and slowly made her way to her mirror. She then began to stare at her self, as tears slowly falls from her eyes. It was clear she had been weeping. She begin to grip her hair, which had be in an afro, yelling out, "NO, NO, NO!" Diamonique begin to ask why, before stopping, and attempting to wipe away her tears, as well as the snot that fell from her nose. "I know why.." Diamonique stated aloud to the reflection that stared back at her, from within the mirror. The reflection that saw a light complected, tattooed, baggy clothed sixteen year old child. She then glanced over at the loaded black colt 45 magnum, that rested on the bathroom counter top. Diamonique then begin to ponder...
I take full responsibility for all that has happened. I caused this to happen to us. I wish I could wake up on this day, and undo all that has happened. Then could I trully change what has happened? I remember the last day we all walked together, the six of us. The last day we laughted together through the streets of Queens. The last time I rememeber seeing all of their faces.
Diamonique quickly grabbed the colt 45 magnium, and the clenched it close to her chest.
"This is where it all began, where it all ended, for all of us....."
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