Riots. Murder. The city is dangerous to live in. I've already lost so many friends. I just want to sleep now. I thought my life was worthless, but no more.
As I put my head onto the pillow, I began to cry. It's the only way I get sleep now-a-days. However these tears meant something. I had just come home from my little brothers funeral. He was only seven years old. And he was shot during a pharmacy robbery. I just can't believe that he's gone. "Huwwo?" I hear from the back yard.
