There have been a lot of shootings happening lately. Many shootings in the last month or so have taken place in my neighborhood, very near my home. Now I'm not one to get scared all the easily and I damn sure am not one to admit when I'm scared, but lately I've been scared out of my mind. Every single time my mom, aunt, dad, sisters, I or anyone close to me goes anywhere I get worried. I even get worried if my sisters even just go outside, right in front of the house, to ride bikes or hang out with the kids next door. I don't know what the hell to do with myself, I really can't handle being around this stuff anymore. I shouldn't have to deal with this. No one should have to deal with this kind of stuff, especially not so close to home.
At about 2 in the afternoon on Tuesday a college student was got shot on the 110 freeway near the Manchester exit. He was 20, black and driving a silver Camaro. He died and the car crashed into the center divider. Wanna know the scary part? My cousin is a 20yr old, black, college student who drives a silver Camaro and lives, works, goes to school and has family near that same Manchester exit. My grandmother freaked when she heard about it on the news. She went completely insane thinking about it. She barely got any sleep that night. Before she went to bed she went to reading her bible and praying. When she finally went to sleep, she slept a short time, before she was up again at 1. She was pacing all through her house and ended up just sitting in her living room. While she was sitting there her doorbell rang and that just got her, it shocked her like no other, she just knew what was coming next. Now think about it...you are a woman in your late 70s and you just saw a killing that happened at a freeway exit near your home and you have a grandson who fits every detail you've heard about the victim, not to mention the fact that he drives the very same car. You're at home worrying and all of a sudden at 1 in the morning your doorbell rings. Who else could it be but the police coming to tell you that he's been in an accident and is now dead? That's exactly what she was thinking. She walked to the door and opened it, only to find her son (my uncle and the grandson’s dad) on the doorstep, rather than the police. He was there for another reason, though, gladly. He and my grandmother started calling around, trying to get in touch with anyone who might've heard from my cousin. SHe had called him early, but got no answer. They called his sister: no answer. My grandmother later calls the police station and asks what information they had on the kid. The lady told her they didn't know too much and she herself didn't really know details, but the family had just been contacted. My grandmother cried.
A 15yr old girl was shot in the head on March 17th. She was waiting outside of Locke High School in South LA, not too far from my house (maybe 15 mins, if that). She was waiting for her aunt to pick her up from school around 3. Apparently, it was a stray bullet from a gang fight that hit her. She was in a coma with brain damage, until the very next day, when tests showed she was completely brain dead. "Our prayers didn't fail. This is God's will," said the girl's aunt, Candacy Roberts, outside the hospital. "Out of this tragedy, maybe there's hope for this city yet." Ya we'll see, it's really sad that this is how we now have to look at things. (http://kcal9.com/localnews/localnewsla_story_084183132.html)
A 16yr old boy who went to Westchester High School was shot just yesterday at around 4:30. He was helping his two little sisters cross the street at the Century and Gramercy intersection near Inglewood, when another boy walked up to him and shot him three times. He ended up dying at the hospital later that day.
And these are only the stories that have made it to the news. There have been others. A shooting happened about a week or so ago very near my house. I'm not sure exactly where or what happened or anything. All I know is I heard the shots from my house. About a week and a half to two weeks ago, two boys were fighting over a girl and one pulled out a gun and shot and killed the other. They were both students at Sierra High School in Gardena, which is about 15 minutes from my house as well. I don’t know exactly where this happened. There was also one yesterday sometime around 12 in the afternoon. A boy was shot in the head while walking on Van Ness, between 82nd and 83rd, which is only about 4 or 5 blocks from my grandmother's house. The mailman passed by the boy twice just 5 minutes before it happened and my grandmother was driving home on that very street with my sisters in the car about 15 minutes after it happened. Not to mention the one that just happened, again within earshot of my house, about 1 maybe 2 hours ago.
And those are only the ones, in this area, that I have any information about, but I know there have been others elsewhere and I’m sure there have been more around here. It's ridiculous to have to live around so much crap and to hear and be so close to such things. It's sad that I could've easily known any of these kids, I know kids from each of the said schools, except Locke. This could easily be anybody that I know, have met, am related to care about or have any connection to at all.
Just to let you know...my cousin is fine. My grandma cried, as she says, "I didn't BOO WOO (with elaborate arm motions and everything), but I cried" because she knew it wasn't him since they said that the boy's family had been notified. My cousin’s license is registered under my grandmother's address; therefore she would have been the first one they would've notified if anything had happened to him. Turns out it was Michael Livingston from Long Beach. My cousin was at track practice when it happened and had no clue about the incident at all, until after practice, when he picked up his cell phone and listened to 4 messages from: his sister, boss, and two friends, all calling to make sure he was alright and it wasn't him who was in the accident. Everyone at his job was freaking out and gathered together with the boss to call. We saw him yesterday. My grandmother gave him a HUGE hug and kissed him about a thousand times, before telling him her story of her worrying about him all night. At the end he, in his normal Will Smith type joking voice, thanked us all for worrying and trying to make sure he was ok. Though he said it jokingly I know he really meant it. He only stayed a little while and left before it started getting dark, as a safety precaution, though such a precaution hasn't been doing too much lately, considering many of these shootings have happened in the daytime and even in busy areas.
I am unexplainably glad my cousin is fine, I don't know what I would do if it had been him. I really don't know what to do with myself with all of these shootings going on around me and unfortunately there really isn't anything I can do. All I know is I might need to go live elsewhere, because I really can't handle this shit anymore, even if it means I go live on random friends' sofas (I'm almost completely serious). I'm moving away from here as soon as I can. I can't leave my family behind, though, it just wouldn't be right. Hopefully I'll be able to get them out of here too, though I don't think I will have the money to do so, especially not in the very near future...unless we hit the lottery or I strike it rich real quick (crosses fingers). That's mostly all I really want in life right now, that's one of the only real reasons I try so hard in school, want to be extremely successful/wealthy and wish I had money now. I don't really have any goals set for my life but of the few I do have, getting out of here is one of them.