Monday, August 23, 2010
i must have jinxed myself in my last post about having a better weekend then week because it completely took the turn for the worst.
so we went to a black and white party in the city on Friday night. it was a lot of fun, met a lot of M's friends i had never met. had some drinks.. everything was going good. Once the open bar ended, around 3 i started to feel in pain and wanted to leave but left bad because M was having a good time so we stayed longer.
A fight broke out at the end of the bar, M rushed over there to hold people back. Apparently some kid got punched in the face because he bumped into someone. They fight got broken up and they brought it outside. I made sure I found M and he was okay and I ran to the bathroom. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw everyone running downstairs and I run over my girl and ask her where M is. She doesn't know so I panic and run downstairs.
As soon as I run down the stairs I see his friend TT and i asked him if he was okay and he shows me his arm without saying anything and it had slashes on it and was bleeding. I ask him where M is and I look around to find him. I see in front of me everyone screaming and this kid fell to the floor. Everyone's yelling someone got stabbed, stay with us, turn him to his side.. etc etc.. I walk over to them because the guys on his back and I can't see his face and I couldn't tell if it was someone I know. I realized it wasn't at the same time I am calling 911 because I don't know if anyone else has. Little did I know this kid E is dying in front of me.
I find everyone that I am looking for and realize they are all okay. Finally they take E away in the ambulance. Everything is surreal. I feel like I'm in a bad movie.
M is talking to his friends in the streets trying to calm them down. We leave to drive roommate back to my house and right as we are about to lie down they call M to go back down there since he had to give a statement. We also get the call saying the guy stabbed, E, was dead. We drive back down. By now its 6am. He's freaking out about getting trouble for being there.
We get to the precinct and he has to go inside. He is in there for 6 hours. I sit in the car staring at the cross walk and everyone walking by for 6 hours straight. Waiting for him. I was not leaving his side, not then.
Finally we get to leave and we go home at 1pm and sleep till around 8pm and go get some dinner and go to the movies to try to forget about the day.
Probably one of the craziest nights (in a bad way) in my life. I've never been at a crime scene, let alone be around someone who got stabbed, let alone be around someone who was dying.
Granted you hear about this shit happening all the time, but it never really hits home until its close to you. That knife was meant for one of our close friends and if E hadn't stepped in to break up the fight, it would have been him.
It really makes you think about how short life is again and what you are doing with your life and how precious it really is.
If you feel like reading the article...
Violence is never the answer. Ever.