Just a quick PSA. I know this sounds dumb to most of you BUT im sorry if my "writing style" isnt consistent, im still trying to find which way is easier and more enjoyable for me!

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[Clay]

I heard loud and clear what Justin said... but it seem too genuine to be "reality", the way he said it. The pain and fear in his voice made my body tremble.

I was scared, but even if I was scared, even if my legs gave out and my heart sunk I had to help him. I just didnt know how I would do it. I hugged him and to his ear I softly spoke.

"Its okay, its gonna be okay, I have no idea what happen but im here for you."

Through tears, sobs and instants of angriness and rage he explained to me what had happen.

"When I was homeless as you know I started using drugs. I didnt jump right into heroin I was first doing small doses of cocaine, it was expensive but I was addicted to it (about $62 a gram). I was starting to run out of money since it was the early stages of me becoming homeless, I needed MORE, but I didnt have the money. I found this guy and he told me that he would sell me two grams for $30. I only had $40 left but I didnt even think about. I just needed another dose. So I bought it and I didnt think anything of it. I was so jittery I just snorted straight from the little ziplock bag. I didnt even bother with spreading it out. I could notice the difference."

I listened carefully and attentively. I asked him "What happen then?"

He looked down and said "I shouted at him and threaten him and he told me it was a weaker version of cocaine that was getting popular because just by changing some chemicals on it, it would be cheaper to make and still resemble cocaine. As you can imagine I got mad. I was pissed I just gave most of my money for a weak, cheap drug that wouldnt do anything for me."

I could see his eyes turning blank, his hands began to shake and he was trying his best to control them. I held his hand and whispered in a comforting voice "Its ok."

He took a breathe and continued "I was out of myself. I started beating him and then he pulled out a knife. I was scared so I grabbed a brick that was laying on the ground in that dark alley way. He came at me and I hit him as hard as I could on his hand. The knife fell from his hand and he was screaming in pain. I probably broke his hand with just one hard blow. I grabbed the knife and told him to hand over all of his shit, drugs, wallet, everything he had on him. He seemed scared. I saw him reaching for the back of his jeans and as his jacket lift up I saw the handle of a gun. I striked forward and im sure I had hit the jugular. Scared, I took his stuff and began to run away, crying."

[Justin - Flashback]

I ran as fast as I could. I hid .

A cop had arrived about 30 minutes later. He grabbed his radio and said "We got a 10-55. The victim had a gun. Unit 4 please report to the scene with the forensics team".

I was hiding in the rooftop of a close by building. I stood there, trying to hear everything I could. Somehow, for my sake, they had no leads.

[Clay]

I stared blankly at the wall, trying to grasp everything he had just told me. Quickly I shook my head and said "Its not your fault, you felt threaten, anyone would've done the same thing"

He looked up at me with his eyes full of tears "Anyone would've done the same thing, but I DID IT, my hands are the ones stained with the blood of that man. Every night when I go to bed I think to myself, what about his family? Friends? What if he had a wife or kids? He was a piece of shit, a criminal but even criminals have a life and taking someone's life..."

I jumped from sitting on the ground to hugging him and accidentally falling over him on the bed "Im here. You're safe, I wont abandon you."

He looked at me concerned and said "You can't tell this to anyone, not your mom, not your dad. NO ONE."

I instantly replied "Do you really think I would do something to hurt someone I lo-- anyway I wouldnt do something like that."

I held him for a bit longer, both of us laid in bed, when I glanced at him he had fallen asleep. All that stress and emotion probably made him really tired. I tucked him in my bed and sat on the bed watching Netflix.