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I don't know for how long, I stood in the dark of the alleyway watching her argue miserably, with her boyfriend. They were hassling over something but, I couldn't hear because, I was standing far away.

I don't want someone to go MIA on my ass.

She kept on screaming, shouting, and poking him in the chest. To me, the guy was a jerk anyhow. Why treat a fine pretty girl so bad?

I don't know why she kept on with him. Days after days, I silently watched them hassle each other out on her front porch at night but, today it was different. They had taken it out on the streets.

She kept shouting at him and, following him as he walked in the direction of the bus stop, where he would take a bus ride home. He had come all the way to make her sad, and see her cry.

He screamed at her and, I saw from the dim light on the streets that he had slapped her.

He had laid his fucking hands on her.

I couldn't take this stand still anymore. I clenched my fists and, walked slowly up to them. I could hear her sniffles, her shoulder was throbbing with tears I knew she very well shed.

"Yo," I shouted, and by this time, I was within earshot.

Her boyfriend sighed and turned to look at me. "Who the fuck are you?" He glared.

I could see people who kept late nights out on the streets, standing still and, looking at the scene that was about to blow up. Cars honked loudly in the distance.

The girl I had been watching for quite a while, looked at me with teary eyes. I felt rage build up within me. I let myself feel it and, slowly take over me.

No nigga ever had any rights to lay his hands on her because, she was mine. Mine and mine alone, even though, she didn't know it.

She looked at me with eyes that looked scared.
"Why you gonna treat her that way?" I screamed. "She do something wrong?"

"Mind your own fucking business," He yelled.

"How do I mind my own business when you are here abusing a girl on the streets huhnn?" I countered.

I was itching for a fight by the time. If he wanted one, then, I would very well give it to him. Even though, I knew i was just a girl and, could do nothing about it. The girl held my arm and, looked me in the face, shaking her head pleadingly.

"This nigga just gonna hurt you and walk away? What the fuck is that?" I whispered harshly to her.

"You don't know him," the girl said. "You don't know what he is capable of so, just go away and let me face this."

"Ooooh no, you are not gonna because I am done here," the so called boyfriend said harshly and, turned to leave.

I watched him walk away, hands in his pockets.

"I freaking told you to leave," she screamed. "Now, you made him walk away from me. Who the fuck are you?"

By the time, I noticed out of the corner of my eyes, that the boy had crossed the road and, was heading for the bus stop by the corner. I felt really bad for interrupting but, I couldn't let him get away with laying his hands on someone I loved so much.

I tapped my foot on the pavement with my eyes down, trying not to acquesce to her but, I decided against it. When I finally lifted my head up and, turned to say sorry to her, she was already gone.

I saw people crowding the road all of a sudden. I paused for a split second, before the harsh realization came crashing down on me. And all at once, I wanted to know what the fuck was happening.

I wanted to know if ooooh no. It couldn't be.

I ran all the way to see what was going on. It couldn't be her oooh no it couldn't be.

I pushed, and, pushed through the mob of people, until I finally got to the front and, could see her lying lifeless on the floor.

"Somebody call 911," I screamed to no one in particular.
I saw a girl typing harshly at her phone. I fell to my knees and took her hands in mine. Blood seeped from her body and coloured the ash granite road. I watched as she tried gasping for breath and, blood kept gurgling out of her mouth. I let the tears I had been holding, fall from my eyes.

She tried whispering something in my ears as I leaned in. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. I could hear the siren wailing in the distance. People screamed back and forth, I could hear a car door being slammed just to the left of me and, I could hear someone running down to me. All this I processed slowly because, the girl that had been trying to whisper something to me, fell back on the floor and was still.

I panicked and, checked for her pulse.

Nothing.

No single thing.

Someone reached out and, pulled me back. I just sat there on the ground,  looking at her as they rolled a stretcher and, helped her on it. The person was trying to talk to me but, I couldn't  make to speak. I was just speechless; staring blankly at her body they were rolling away, in a hurry to the van.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her boyfriend standing at the side,  hands in his trouser pockets, watching me. I was being pulled slowly from the floor.

I let out the high pitched scream I had been holding and, allowed the darkness to take my soul.