III No Happy Endings
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I Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
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III Warnings: Character Deaths
Where I come from, there are no happy endings. There are only poorly scripted Tragedies that end before they even had a fighting chance to begin. There are no Comedies here, no Romances or spoof Thrillers.
Here, people scrape to get by; they try to life themselves out of these ugly-ass streets and into the beautiful world of sunlight and manicured lawns and pure, joyful laughter. Here, people sell dope, crack, their bodies. Here, nothing is too beautiful or too sacred to be sacrificed in order to have your next fix.
Where I come from, there are no happy endings. Except... somehow... I managed to find one for my little brother. Now though, as I look back, I wonder if was right, it got me in trouble. Sure, Michael was happy for a while, but then what I did came around and bit me in the ass. And when that happened, my little brother just couldn't leave well enough alone.
I told him I was innocent then he told me he would get me out of this place.
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We're running now, and I'm free.
But... where I come from, there are no happy endings. I realize this too late, of course, as I watch my baby brother collapse in front of me, the blood - there's so much blood - spreads around him. He's not saying anything, his eyes are staring at nothing, and I feel the rage in my chest.
No, there are no happy ending where I come from. Only poorly scripted Tragedies that end before there is a chance for them to begin. There are no Comedies here, no Romances or spoof Thrillers.
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My brother is gone and I'll be joining him very soon, I just heard the lever being pulled.
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