Graffitti

Must've been ten years since I last seen that rabbit with the top hat and bloodshot eyes. As I walk past I can see where the rain that appeared to flake off the pattern on the ears. I saw it first when my inspired thoughts and my recent memory of the character I discovered in a book.I took a couple of my cans of paint out on a hot summer day. It felt so exhilerating. Oh, I was a rebl back then.

Living in the city I felt concrete beneath my feet all the time. Hard, cold, exhausting, I grew up here and I could remember feeling soft ground under my feet only for the first time a year after that moment; back then when i painted the now faded symbol of the maddening feeling I get while looking at the years ahead. That rabbit, ha!

i am not certain how it came to be, but i think to myself walking by now ,how the years gone by fit my work that day. All those walls around me, no where to be me, I had to leave and after the day that bullet hit my sister...

I was painting this old faded rabbit. As the last pass of my paint complete; I quickly packed up and went home. I mentioned with a sense of pride, Ii did it. She was so excited. She knew i liked to paint and appreciated it. Always encouraging me. she and her best friend Joe walked down and looked to see what i'd done.

I stayed home and waited for her to come back. i only heard sirens after i heard that first Clack! clack! Clack! Hearing it so close I went to my bedroom window and that feeling immediately took over my face. Rage will never tell you where it's taking you when it takes you.

Those concrete walls around me had me faced with n where to run; Gangs offered me a way but, Nah! Painting made more sense. There's freedom in my work. Back then I didn't know it but this now faded rabbit now screams it. Maddness affects us when we are walled in and trapped.

She always warned me of taking the route she chose, She knew the dangers of twisted loyalty and the dangers of misperception in truth. She wouldn't admit it but her choices were centered around Joe now. I think he caught her with his southern drawl.

My sister being the older one had to be strong. She took that Oath and warned me back then. She must've been in a battle when she left to see my work i was so proud of.

I could see the chaos of people outside my window that day just as the last clack happened. I could see Joe hovered over my sister, Holes in his back i couldnt stop. i wanted to scream but rage took me because I knew she was dead. Joe wouldn't have survived there were too many blood stains on th eback of his shirt.

My sister was under him, well, wrapped up by him. She wasn't moving.

The rabbit with the faded paint fortold my fate that day.Rage took me to my secret spot under the mattress where i hid my gun.

Picking it up felt like looking at the walls all around me. Cold, hard; I had to be too. The rival gang would be where my sister and her family of gangsters held their ground. I knew how to get there. It was on the opposite side of where i painted the wall. Just a quick shortcut through the ally.

Running out the back door to the allyway on my way to find my sister's killer. It was so fortunate I didn't see the block the neighbor put in front of the door to prop it open. I'd get them i thought.

I wasn't looking in that rage I felt on my way out to find my sister and Joe's killer. I ran through the door and fell over the block and the gun went off.

I could only feel the pain of the bullet going through my leg at first. Then the smell of burning flesh reminded me of the rage inside. I was sent to the ground, crying.

the end.