Descriptive Essay: Broady's Murder

It was only 2 o’clock in the morning. Palms sweating with blood and a delicate heart that is fighting with itself to continue beating. Everything was a disaster. A faint Siren rang through the hushed neighborhood occupied by 30 small houses and street lights that lit up the dim streets and sidewalks. The smell of death filled Myrtle Avenue and arose from the weightless body. Death was as loud as the laced weed the drug dealers sold outside of the corner store on 28th street. “Shit” Officer James said, shamefully, in a whispering tone. He said it as if his intentions were not to kill an innocent black kid, but as if Officer James was then consumed by the consequences he’d have to face. Blood strewed out of Broady’s back and through his stomach. …show more content…
The phone didn’t speak a word nor at all. The woman we called our mother is acting like she doesn’t give a damn and ever since she and that nigga adopted us they have been acting as if we were nonexistent. He was the only blood family left that I knew and loved. I always thought that because our real mama was dead and that that was the reason why he was so studious. He didn’t know her as much as I did before she passed away. He was only two while I was five. He always asked me about how she passed away, but I was always afraid to tell him that she overdosed on drugs. The last memory of her was her consuming two dozen pills that I knew would murder her. I still feel like those pills killed me more than it killed her because I was the only one still in pain.
On the day of Injustice. I jumped out of deep sleep to my phone ringing. Realization hit me that I overslept. As I panicked, I pulled my Gold chain off of my brown drawer and pulled it over my head. Then came my bulls jersey with my used to be favorite number on it, 7. It was just an odd number that turned out to be the day of the worst day of my life. The day the police killed my little brother because “he was selling drugs and looked very dangerous”. I slipped on my jeans and then came my new kicks, the new red Jordans that I just copped right before my birthday, July …show more content…
I always had a crush on Deija. We had stupid nicknames for each other. I’d call her Bunny because she had a thing for carrots and her eyes were green like the end of a carrot stick. She calls me Dee and/or fuzzy because Dee is at the end of my name and one time I screamed like a little ass girl because of them fuzzy things that stick onto your clothes from the outside stuck onto my jeans. I never understood where they’d come from. We call Johnny “Huey” because his hair stands high and far from his scalp like Huey’s hair on Boondocks. “Hey Carrot,” said I as we ran up her parents’ carpet less stairs to play