WHY THE HELL THE REAL ONES HAD TO DIE
______ die with you.
|HIGH SCHOOL|
"WHAT DID SHE SAY?" Doom asked, snapping Blake out of whatever trance he was lost in
"Huh? Who?"
"Ya mom nigga... when you walked out of the house. What did she say?" Doom repeated
Glancing at the driver, Blake simply shrugged his shoulders "She told me that I'm just like my dad."
"Youn' believe that shit, do you?"
Blake didn't respond, deciding it was best not to answer. But unknowingly to him, his silence was the answer.
Doom laughed lowly as he shook his head. He brought the blunt up to his lips, inhaling with a somber expression.
"You ain't nothing like that nigga. You better than him, if anything." The older coughed out, pointing dramatically "You hearing me?"
"Yeah... I hear you." Blake answered, gazing out the window
"Come take a hit, your ass stressing and shit."
Whipping his head towards the voice, Blakes eyes widened "You deadass?"
"Hell yeah." Doom confirmed, chuckling at the boys excitement before passing the drug to him
Blake brung the blunt to his lips, breathing in the smoke and exhaling throughout his nose. It seemed as though he was already a natural, considering it was only his first time smoking.
As the boys passed the blunt back and forth, a comfortable silence formed between them. It was always like this with the two, which they preferred.
They'd park in Dooms apartment complex and sometimes talk for hours on end about anything and everything.
"You wanna know why my name is Blake?" The younger asked, gazing out at the sunset. He received a single nod from Doom, making him proceed with his question
"Apparently it was the ugliest name my mother could think of, well thats what she told me. She never fails to remind me."
Doom blew smoke out of his mouth, "Thats crazy because Blake isn't a bad name at all. That shit cute for real, pause."
"You just called me cute?"
Dooms face scrunched "Not gone cap, stop playing wimmie' son."
"You literally said that shit." Blake scoffed, raising an eyebrow
The two stared at one another fiercely before Doom soon hunched over, bursting into laughter. Blake being the serious person he is, failed to find anything funny.
"The fuck?"
Doom shook his head, clutching his phone "C'mon let's take a picture."
"For what?" Blake asked, irritated yet curious. He hated pictures more than anything on Earth and theres alot of things he hates.
"I bet if that lil girl asked, you'd do it." Doom teased, his tone mischievous
At the mention of Kenji, Blake formed a deep frown and he thought back to how he'd been avoiding her, suddenly feeling guilty.
Although it'd been a few years since the pair had actually spoken, he just couldn't find it within himself to approach her, even now when they attended the same high-school.
"Me and her ain't even friends no more so shut the fuck up."
Doom twisted his lips, raising an eyebrow "You lying so bad right now yo. Shit crazy how fast you can come up with a lie."
"I'm being deadass. We ain't spoke since my dad lost his job and I had to move." Blake said with a careless shrug
"How long ago was that?"
"Shit..." Blake paused, looking up at the ceiling as though he was thinking "I moved in the middle of seventh grade. So probably two years ago."
Starting up the car, Doom glanced over at the passenger "Promise me you gone talk to her."
"What?"
"Nigga you heard me. Promise me you'll talk to the damn girl or at-least try."
Sighing, Blake nodded his head "Ight. I promise."
Pressing his foot down on the gas, Doom began to drive with one hand while his eyes scanned the area every-so-often. He was very paranoid most days, within reason.
"Trynna go get some' to eat?"
"Yeah." Blake agreed, staring at the traffic lights as they shined brightly "We gotta hurry though... it's starting to get dark."
Doom laughed loudly "You scared of the dark? What you on bro?"
Rolling his eyes, the fifteen year old turned the dial, increasing the radio volume "Trynna be a comedian gone get ya' beat up."
"Fuck nigga I taught you everything you know about fighting, you cannot beat me yo."
"I put shit to the ground, better go ask somebody." Blake waved the older off with a quiet chuckle
Doom gave him a hard side-eye, holding in his laughter as he turned the car into a nearby restaurants parking lot, Clover Hill.
"Whatever kid."
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Laughing as they pushed open the doors of Clover Hill, to-go bags filled with leftover food in tow, the two boys made their way to the car.
It was now 9:34 PM and the darkness of the night sky took over the city. Suspiciously, New-York wasn't as lively as it usually is, it seemed more like a scarily eerie ghost town.
"Ian worried bout' you. You a lil boy to me. I'll kiss you on your forehead." Doom joked, a wide smile gracing his face
"You keep saying gay shit bro... I can't even defend ya' no more." Blake shook his head, quietly chuckling after
Scrunching his nose up, the boy mean-mugged harshly "Ian even mean it like that. I'm saying because I raised you like my son type shit so imma kiss you on your forehead."
"That don't make it no better yo."
Before the older could respond, a deep voice yelled out to him menacingly "Is that lil doom?"
Smacking his lips together, Doom quickly gave Blake the keys to the car, silently telling him all he needed to know.
"Whats going on?" Blake stared confusedly as two men in ski masks began approaching them
"Do what I say, Ghost."
"Huh? Not finna just leave you.." He scrunched his face, feeling his blood boil at his brothers commanding tone
"I'm not playing with you. Go to the car now." Doom mumbled "Everything is fine. Stop worrying about me. I'm supposed to protect you, not the other way around."
Reluctantly, Blake frowned and did as he said, stopping to glance back but Doom gave him a warning look that only made the alarms in his head sound out louder.
Stepping inside the passenger seat, Blake bit his lip nervously, he wanted to get out of the car and stand beside his brother in defense but at the same time. He knew better than to defy him at a moment like this.
He watched as the two men and Doom conversed, tension clear in their conversation.
Blakes eyes darted around the area, thinking of ways he could possibly decrease the situation.
Suddenly, an idea hit his head like a rock. Quickly diving into the backseat, he fumbled around for something in particular, his hands wandering everywhere.
"Fuck, where is it..." He mumbled, beginning to get frustrated.
Just when he was about to give up, he felt under the seats for the item, immediately grabbing onto it with ease, happiness clear on his face.
But that emotion failed to last as a deafening boom echoed through the city. That sound alone had silenced the already quiet night, making crows perched on top of buildings flock away.
Looking up, his eyes widened in a way that couldn't be considered normal. The boy physically felt his world stop and his heart drop at the sight.
Red.
All he could focus on was the crimson red, metallic substance seeping pathetically slow out of Doom's chest, almost taunting him.
The two men ran off as Doom stood there, his body vibrating lightly as he turned towards the car on shaky feet.
Doom fell to the concrete ground, immediately beginning to bleed out once Blake approached him with haste.
Applying pressure to the wound, Blake felt tears in his eyes. He never really cried before, always being told that it was for girls, but at this moment he couldn't stop the salty drops from flowing.
"I need you so much..." He whispered, glancing up as people randomly appeared, surrounding the two.
Blake drowned out the noises of them, only wanting to hear the faint gasps of air Doom took with every breath.
"You all I got in this world bro."
Feeling multiple hands on his body, trying to pull him away only made the younger clutch harder onto his brother.
"Let em' be until the cops get here, the fuck is ya'll doing! He trynna grieve and shit!" A voice barked demandingly
"Please..." Blake mumbled, placing Doom's head in his lap as they held a silent stare, even though the light in ones eyes had began to fade
A terribly heartbreaking sob threatened to wreck throughout his body as he watched the only person that he'd ever loved die in his arms.
FUNERAL TODAY, I PUT THIS SHIT ON FOR YOU AND I DON'T GO TO FUNERALS BUT I DID IT FOR YOU
AUTHORS NOTES %
Ian gone lie, I did cry a little writing this.
For one, thank yall so much for 20K reads! MAKE SOME NOISE YALL WHAT THE FUCKKKKK
anyways!
So to clear up any possible confusion.
This chapter was in FRESHMAN year, ninth grade to be specific. In the chapter where Ghost took Kenji to the pool, that was SOPHOMORE year, tenth grade.
Ghost is fifteen years old here, also notice how he only started going by the name Ghost until after Doom diedð¤ð¤ð¤ how sweet
Ghost is so baby. I love my child so much.
Now after this chapter, stuff does get a little crazy so hold on to your belongings because shit finna be flying everywhere
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Bye guys!