A/N: Hmm…This was something that got stuck in my head as I was lying in bed trying to sleep. Ended up typing it in the middle of the night, in the dark. Not a recommended thing, I tell you. Meant as a whole series, but it can be read as a stand-alone. And oh, I'm not one for profanities in fiction, but I felt that it was needed here. Enjoy!
Auggie
Man, what was he doin' ?
Not an hour ago, he had been making out with his girl, and now he was halfway across town getting ready for a fight. His crew were all around him, each armed with an assortment of weapons; from knives to pipes and bats. Abe stood his ground in front of them, shoulders squared and head held high.
From his place, Auggie just shook his head. There was time, not too long ago that he had looked up to his older brother, had wanted to be just like him. He had thought that it was cool to be dealing dope and spraying his name all over town. He would have jumped for joy at the opportunity of being right there in the middle of a clash; would have loved to finally have a battle scar.
But now…instead of being happy, all he could see were the faces of his friends who had been wasted. Some had died because of the clashes; some had overdosed and some just disappeared. He had grown out of all this crap, and all Auggie wanted, was out. Too bad that wasn't an option for him
Soon the fight started, and everything just became a blur. It all happened so fast. One minute he had just whacked a guy on the head with his pipe, and the next, he was crouched on the floor clutching his side. The pain was so intense he almost blacked out. He was going to die…and he was just going to end up as another statistic. Another lost case which had been conveniently wiped out in a gang fight.
Auggie looked down at his hands, coated with his blood and did pass out. He slipped away into the darkness and didn't see Abe rushing forward to his younger brother. He didn't see the fight break up because some guys had enough brains to call the cops. He didn't see his crew dragging him off and scrambling to get cover. He didn't see the white faces and shaking hands of people who was seeing this for the first time.
When he next came to, he was lying on the filthy floor of some toilet. His side was roughly bandaged up, but the blood was still obviously seeping through. Voices floated in from outside and he heard Abe arguing with his girl. Auggie's fuzzy head barely comprehended that his girl must have been the one to bandage him up.
"We gotta get him to the hospital! He's pretty messed up."
"No. We aint going nowhere. He stays right here."
"Are you crazy! It's your brother in there! Your brother who is bleeding to his death right now!"
"Listen to me, you bitch! The cops are out there and they're looking for us. Like I said, we ain't moving."
Auggie struggled to stand up, his hands gripping the side of the sink tightly. Even his brother didn't care enough to get him to the hospital. It was no big loss if he died right there. That was how pathetic his life was. He could die right now and nobody would care. As he looked into the mirror, noting that he looked like shit, with bloodshot eyes and clammy skin, Auggie smiled bitterly.
"Welcome to my life."
