DASH'S POV:
22 YEARS EARLIER:
"Mrs Lucia.. I understand your still tramatized about what your father did. You have my sympathy.. But you crushed that boy's head open!" The school principle told me, as I was called into his office, for the 4th time in the last two weeks.
"But he tried to touch me!" I growled.
"You could of killed him" The principle said sternly.
"And he would of deserved i-
"Won't happen again" Said my slightly older sister, Sally Lucia.
SOON AFTER:
"You really need to control yourself sis.. Not ALL men are bad" Sally insisted.
"Easy for you to say.. You weren't the one raped yesterday.. And dad is still out there.. You heard what the news said.. The cops just gave up.. I HATE Los Santos!" I said angrily.
Sally hugged me tightly.
"Things will get better soon" I heard her say softly.
"What's wrong Dash?" I heard Carly ask, and I snapped back to reality.
Yes, I'm Los Santos, but I hated it, hated EVERYTHING about it. Sally and I moved to Liberty City when we were old enough, expecting things to be 'better'.. But obviously they didn't. Liberty city may of killed my sister, but Los Santos killed my WHOLE LIFE!
"Dash?"
"Oh.. N -Nothing" I said, rubbing the back of my neck, that still has my sister's name tattooed on it, she had one for me.
At the time it was symbol of all we had left was other.
But now.. It's simply a reminded that Sally is gone.