'Don't get too far from me'. Mother's voice would ring in my ear as we walked down crumbling and cracked roads to our home, or through dark neighborhoods at night after visiting my grandparents for money. Up till I was ten, I never let go of my mom's or hands. It was the security of it, I guess. I was safe in her arms.

Things like that never last though, especially with me. Sometimes, you got to let go of things that are close to you, even if it costs you your own.

Blood splattered all over the walls, screams echoed throughout the ally way. Bullets flew pass me like stinging angry bees. I didn't know where I was going, I mean this place was limited with places to hide. My face and body was covered with blood.