what I saw and experienced

Chapter 3

I found myself on floor helpless as the masked men approached me all I could think of at the moment were my parents, why was I just to thinking about them.

" fall to the ground nigga" one of them said as I fell to the ground, I tried to talk but no words seemed to come out of my mouth all I did was stare with my eyes that were begging for help.

"you know what nigga" I didn't answer "you better reply me your black life is at stake here" "what"I said "your gonna die now with the rest of your other niggas" he pointed his gun on my face and immediately I pooped and wet my pants at the same time "nasty"he said then he shot at me , twice but I didn't die my spirit refused to leave my body instead I was convulsing on the floor.

he kept on shooting me then as he was shooting the cops came around and they fled I was quickly rushed to the hospital and Ella was informed,I was still convulsing on the bed for some time before I quickly stopped and went unconscious.

"is he going to be okay" Ella asked the doctor "his passing through some tough times what he needs now is prayers though he should be dead is a miracle his alive" "what do you mean"Ella asked "he was shot multiple times but instead of dying he survived and convulsed" "really " .

For weeks I was unconscious on the bed pastor Luther came once in two days to make sure I was okay,he prayed for me and sprinkled me holy water.

Ella too prayed for me and one day I finally opened my eyes,I was too weak and I lost the power of my speech

"doctor would he be able to talk again"Ella asked the doctor as I laid helpless on my bed, so I will never talk again is this how my life would be

After some weeks,I was discharged from the hospital but I stayed full time indoors at Ella place. one day Ella asked me something that made me more stunts "since I have known you boy, you never talk about your parents" I looked at her trying to answer but no words seemed to come out of my mouth.

why would I talk about my family when Ella never talked about her kids so we were on the same level but she kept on bugging me to tell her about my parents that they would be worried sick that was when I picked up a pen and wrote "my parents will not care about they never will" "you shouldn't say that every parents love their kids "Ella said mixing my tea,I wrote again they won't care but finally I told her my parents address and she got ready,wore her bag, with her make up on and headed out.

While Ella was out, I heard a knock on the door,who could it be.