NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. All content is entirely fictional, no one in this story is real, any characters who may seem similar to anyone is just a coincidence. Any references to 'I' or 'me' is not actually me. No offense is intended in this work, if you feel offended after reading my story, I apologize in advance, but I did not intend to offend anyone at all. I don't know if you'll enjoy my style of writing or my story, but I thank you for reading.
“Behind us!” Terrell shouted!
“Ignore him, he’s just ****in’ wit’ ya...” Tyrone said calmly.
Terrell laughed, he got Jamal to turn around while he swiped away his last fry.
“Oh you little *****, I’ll get you for this one!!” Jamal said laughingly.
Characters involved:
Jamal
Tyrone
Samuel (GF)
Terrell
Sim
The story begins with my friend Jamal, a boy born in a suburban neighborhood to a middle class family. Jamal had everything he needed in life, he had his family, enough cash to get through, but he wanted more. The major turning point in Jam’s life occurred in his pre-teens, listening to a new record by Grand Finale. Grand Finale was not your typical surface media consumed sell out artist like a certain boy de souljah. He was an underground rap artist known to few, who expresses his life through his lyrics in hopes of delivering a strong message to the youth of society.
Unlike Jamal, GF grew up with no parents, nor siblings. His parents sold him away to cover their debt, and for the greater of four years GF lived with abusive street thugs who ordered him to scam money and abuse the good hearts of common people. One would think a young child with no moral values, abandoned by his parents, **** on by the world, would develop a strange understanding of moral concepts, and this is exactly what happened to GF. He enjoyed deceiving people, committing crimes from an early age, and he eventually became the leader of the thugs.
GF would find himself in prison at the age of nineteen in a case of attempted murder. His target was the thug who was the one who purchased him from his parents. No one really knew what went through GF’s head as he was now the leader of the group, but it doesn’t really matter. After a failed attempt at murdering his crew member, he was snitched on and was sent to prison. In prison, he met someone who would change his life forever, a man who calls himself Sim.
Sim was no ordinary cellmate; he was a middle-aged Caucasian man who was known to never speak. Fellow prisoners gave him the nickname of “Stephen Talking”, mocking his inability to speak. GF didn’t care who was his cellmate, as long as Sim remained quiet and minded his own business that is.
However, extraordinarily enough, Sim spoke to GF, it was his first time since entering the facility that he would speak to another person. He said three words to him, “I. Love. You”. Naturally GF’s first reaction was shock, which lead to anger and disbelief.
“Who was this guy and why did he suddenly proclaim his love for me?” GF thought.
He didn’t care that he was his cellmate or that he was the first recipient of Sim’s speech ever since he first was brought to prison, he slammed Sim’s face straight to the concrete pavement and walked away as the blood dripped through his pant leg.
GF was now a different person, he had never killed a man, nor has he tried since the time he was caught planning a murder. Unfortunately for Sim, no one cared, everyone brushed this ordeal off because no one noticed him anyway. His fate was unknown, as he was left in a pool of blood. GF did not receive any punishment for his deed, other than his conscience now weighing on his disbelief.
“Why did I kill him? Why did he say he loved me? What have I done?” GF thought to himself for days and days.
GF was eventually released on parole and immediately took off. He left the country with the aid of his old crew members, and lived alone in an unknown location. One may have thought he was gone for good, buried away deep into the depths of the world never to harm anyone again, but it all changed when he began his diary.
GF would live in an unknown location, giving himself his name “Grand Finale” which is what we call him today. He would walk around town and meet new people, begin a new identity because he was still confused about his past. He wrote every night before he went to sleep in his personal diary, about his thoughts and feelings that he felt. He eventually took a hobby to rapping and began writing what would be his first mix tape. He wrote about he thought of people, and his surroundings, but little did he know that his music would become influential for young Jamal.
The song Jamal was listening to was entitled “Today”
[small sample]
Today I walked around
All I saw was frowns
No one does **** in this world
Other than blow **** up and collect pearls
It aint me who’s in the wrong
I tell it to you whos right in the rest of this song
I broke a *****es back to get some dough
Then I spent the money to puff up my fro
Aint anybody out there who can be stronger
Its jus other people out there who can’t be wronger
And just as Jamal listened to those last words of ‘can’t be wronger’, his friend Terrell opened his room door and began to jump around.
“Look what I got! Look what I got!!” he exclaimed.
Terrell had acquired a gun, a firearm, a child with a weapon that can end a life. Jamal immediately backed off, afraid of what Terrell could do.
“Relax will ya, it’s just a gun, it ain’t gonna kill ya” Terrell said proudly.
Jamal was in disbelief. He thought to himself, “Why is this idiot my friend? Whatever, I’ll just play along with him so I don’t get shot.”
The boys went to the basement where Terrell had set up targets all around. They were going to practice their aim with the gun. An old .44 colt. Terrell had his fun shooting around, missing every target and damaging the interior of his basement as Jamal sat silently and watched.
“This is fun!!” Terrell claimed.
“Are you done yet?” Jamal asked.
“Fine I’ll let you try, jeeze you’re such an impatient little *****”
“I didn’t say-“. Jamal was interrupted, he now had the gun in his hands. His first thought was where could it have come from? Could it be his fathers? What will he do if he finds out his gun is missing?
He decided this wasn’t a good idea, and demanded Terrell tell him where he found the gun. He says that it’s his brother’s, Tyrone’s. Now as he said this, Jamal immediately freaked. Tyrone was 6’8, 250 pounds, and would beat the **** out of him if he found out his gun was missing. As he began to walk towards the stairs, he saw a figure come down.
It was a man he did not recognize, who was this man? He had a knife in his hand and a bag in the other, resembling Santa Clause’s bag in size. Jamal had a gun in his hand, and a stranger with a lethal weapon was now standing in front of him. He knew what he needed to do, but he didn’t do ****. The stranger immediately fled for the stairs, and tripped on the step. Taking this opportunity, Terrell was clever enough to hit him with a plank of wood and knocked the man unconscious. Jamal tied him up, and they now had a thief in the palms of their hand. The gun was loaded and cocked with only one bullet left as Terrell wasted the rest of the barrel earlier. He was contemplating what he should do against this criminal that sits tied up before him. He questions who he is, and the criminal does not reply. I can tell you now that this criminal was Sim, how he got there however remains a mystery. Sim remained relatively the same for a few hours, sitting still and not speaking. Jamal and Terrell grew tired of his attitude and threatened him. Jamal put the gun to his head and told him to speak now or be killed. Sim spoke, the same three words he said to GF in prison, “I. Love. You”
It was within this moment that Jamal was confused, the same emotions that had gone through GF’s head now danced around in Jamal’s head. Terrell laughed at him, but Jamal just shrugged it off. “This guys just a psycho, we should turn him into the cops.” Jamal suggested.
As the boys were moving towards him, Sim managed to use his mouth and bite on Jamal’s *****. I would describe his pain in greater detail, but it doesn’t take much for a man to fall when he gets his manhood bitten. As Jamal cried in pain Terrell was knocked out by a headbutt, again from Sim. The man has now turned the situation around, and released himself from the ropes while the children were struggling.
He picked up the gun, and saw that there was only one bullet left, and two witnesses to take care of. He still remained silent, signaling Jamal to lay down beside the knocked out Terrell. He then began to aim the weapon so that it would take care of both of them at once, but Jamal quickly realized this, got up, and began to charge towards him. It was at this moment that Sim was provoked and pulled the trigger.
It was now summertime, Jamal, Terrell, and Tyrone were out at a fast food restaurant eating cheeseburgers and fries. It was at this moment that Terrell shouted,
“OH MY GOD, BEHIND US!” in an attempt to fool Jamal. He was successful, Terrell ate the last fry that he had, and they all laughed.
“Behind us!” Terrell shouted!
“Ignore him, he’s just ****in’ wit’ ya...” Tyrone said calmly.
Terrell laughed, he got Jamal to turn around while he swiped away his last fry.
“Oh you little *****, I’ll get you for this one!!” Jamal said laughingly.
Characters involved:
Jamal
Tyrone
Samuel (GF)
Terrell
Sim
The story begins with my friend Jamal, a boy born in a suburban neighborhood to a middle class family. Jamal had everything he needed in life, he had his family, enough cash to get through, but he wanted more. The major turning point in Jam’s life occurred in his pre-teens, listening to a new record by Grand Finale. Grand Finale was not your typical surface media consumed sell out artist like a certain boy de souljah. He was an underground rap artist known to few, who expresses his life through his lyrics in hopes of delivering a strong message to the youth of society.
Unlike Jamal, GF grew up with no parents, nor siblings. His parents sold him away to cover their debt, and for the greater of four years GF lived with abusive street thugs who ordered him to scam money and abuse the good hearts of common people. One would think a young child with no moral values, abandoned by his parents, **** on by the world, would develop a strange understanding of moral concepts, and this is exactly what happened to GF. He enjoyed deceiving people, committing crimes from an early age, and he eventually became the leader of the thugs.
GF would find himself in prison at the age of nineteen in a case of attempted murder. His target was the thug who was the one who purchased him from his parents. No one really knew what went through GF’s head as he was now the leader of the group, but it doesn’t really matter. After a failed attempt at murdering his crew member, he was snitched on and was sent to prison. In prison, he met someone who would change his life forever, a man who calls himself Sim.
Sim was no ordinary cellmate; he was a middle-aged Caucasian man who was known to never speak. Fellow prisoners gave him the nickname of “Stephen Talking”, mocking his inability to speak. GF didn’t care who was his cellmate, as long as Sim remained quiet and minded his own business that is.
However, extraordinarily enough, Sim spoke to GF, it was his first time since entering the facility that he would speak to another person. He said three words to him, “I. Love. You”. Naturally GF’s first reaction was shock, which lead to anger and disbelief.
“Who was this guy and why did he suddenly proclaim his love for me?” GF thought.
He didn’t care that he was his cellmate or that he was the first recipient of Sim’s speech ever since he first was brought to prison, he slammed Sim’s face straight to the concrete pavement and walked away as the blood dripped through his pant leg.
GF was now a different person, he had never killed a man, nor has he tried since the time he was caught planning a murder. Unfortunately for Sim, no one cared, everyone brushed this ordeal off because no one noticed him anyway. His fate was unknown, as he was left in a pool of blood. GF did not receive any punishment for his deed, other than his conscience now weighing on his disbelief.
“Why did I kill him? Why did he say he loved me? What have I done?” GF thought to himself for days and days.
GF was eventually released on parole and immediately took off. He left the country with the aid of his old crew members, and lived alone in an unknown location. One may have thought he was gone for good, buried away deep into the depths of the world never to harm anyone again, but it all changed when he began his diary.
GF would live in an unknown location, giving himself his name “Grand Finale” which is what we call him today. He would walk around town and meet new people, begin a new identity because he was still confused about his past. He wrote every night before he went to sleep in his personal diary, about his thoughts and feelings that he felt. He eventually took a hobby to rapping and began writing what would be his first mix tape. He wrote about he thought of people, and his surroundings, but little did he know that his music would become influential for young Jamal.
The song Jamal was listening to was entitled “Today”
[small sample]
Today I walked around
All I saw was frowns
No one does **** in this world
Other than blow **** up and collect pearls
It aint me who’s in the wrong
I tell it to you whos right in the rest of this song
I broke a *****es back to get some dough
Then I spent the money to puff up my fro
Aint anybody out there who can be stronger
Its jus other people out there who can’t be wronger
And just as Jamal listened to those last words of ‘can’t be wronger’, his friend Terrell opened his room door and began to jump around.
“Look what I got! Look what I got!!” he exclaimed.
Terrell had acquired a gun, a firearm, a child with a weapon that can end a life. Jamal immediately backed off, afraid of what Terrell could do.
“Relax will ya, it’s just a gun, it ain’t gonna kill ya” Terrell said proudly.
Jamal was in disbelief. He thought to himself, “Why is this idiot my friend? Whatever, I’ll just play along with him so I don’t get shot.”
The boys went to the basement where Terrell had set up targets all around. They were going to practice their aim with the gun. An old .44 colt. Terrell had his fun shooting around, missing every target and damaging the interior of his basement as Jamal sat silently and watched.
“This is fun!!” Terrell claimed.
“Are you done yet?” Jamal asked.
“Fine I’ll let you try, jeeze you’re such an impatient little *****”
“I didn’t say-“. Jamal was interrupted, he now had the gun in his hands. His first thought was where could it have come from? Could it be his fathers? What will he do if he finds out his gun is missing?
He decided this wasn’t a good idea, and demanded Terrell tell him where he found the gun. He says that it’s his brother’s, Tyrone’s. Now as he said this, Jamal immediately freaked. Tyrone was 6’8, 250 pounds, and would beat the **** out of him if he found out his gun was missing. As he began to walk towards the stairs, he saw a figure come down.
It was a man he did not recognize, who was this man? He had a knife in his hand and a bag in the other, resembling Santa Clause’s bag in size. Jamal had a gun in his hand, and a stranger with a lethal weapon was now standing in front of him. He knew what he needed to do, but he didn’t do ****. The stranger immediately fled for the stairs, and tripped on the step. Taking this opportunity, Terrell was clever enough to hit him with a plank of wood and knocked the man unconscious. Jamal tied him up, and they now had a thief in the palms of their hand. The gun was loaded and cocked with only one bullet left as Terrell wasted the rest of the barrel earlier. He was contemplating what he should do against this criminal that sits tied up before him. He questions who he is, and the criminal does not reply. I can tell you now that this criminal was Sim, how he got there however remains a mystery. Sim remained relatively the same for a few hours, sitting still and not speaking. Jamal and Terrell grew tired of his attitude and threatened him. Jamal put the gun to his head and told him to speak now or be killed. Sim spoke, the same three words he said to GF in prison, “I. Love. You”
It was within this moment that Jamal was confused, the same emotions that had gone through GF’s head now danced around in Jamal’s head. Terrell laughed at him, but Jamal just shrugged it off. “This guys just a psycho, we should turn him into the cops.” Jamal suggested.
As the boys were moving towards him, Sim managed to use his mouth and bite on Jamal’s *****. I would describe his pain in greater detail, but it doesn’t take much for a man to fall when he gets his manhood bitten. As Jamal cried in pain Terrell was knocked out by a headbutt, again from Sim. The man has now turned the situation around, and released himself from the ropes while the children were struggling.
He picked up the gun, and saw that there was only one bullet left, and two witnesses to take care of. He still remained silent, signaling Jamal to lay down beside the knocked out Terrell. He then began to aim the weapon so that it would take care of both of them at once, but Jamal quickly realized this, got up, and began to charge towards him. It was at this moment that Sim was provoked and pulled the trigger.
It was now summertime, Jamal, Terrell, and Tyrone were out at a fast food restaurant eating cheeseburgers and fries. It was at this moment that Terrell shouted,
“OH MY GOD, BEHIND US!” in an attempt to fool Jamal. He was successful, Terrell ate the last fry that he had, and they all laughed.