Narrative Essay On Car Shootings

The sirens were getting louder as the squad car got closer, so Shy and I moved to the back of Aunt Libb’s car in my apartment parking lot so we could be “nosey neighbors” and see what all the commotion was about. A little red car came speeding along and stopped directly in our range while at the four-way stop at the corner of my block when the passenger hopped out the car and took off running towards the right. Seconds later the squad car stops behind the car and the cops (both driver and passenger) hop out the car and begin to open fire. Bullets are flying everywhere, I can hear them hitting cars that I am next too and windows from the bottom apartments. Aunt Libb pushes me and I hit the ground, jump up and run into my apartment scared for my life. Once inside, I realize I am alone and open the door back open only to see Shy standing there looking like she is screaming, only she is not making a sound. I rush back around the car to see
The officers who did the shooting never, ever came across the street to help and the neighbors and bystanders were all in shock so no one made a move. I continued screaming until finally employees from the local hospital who were on their smoke breaks heard my plea and rushed over to take control of situation and help. Unfortunately, Aunt Libb died that very day. Justice was never served, and our story was never heard. The local newspapers labeled Aunt Libb a “local criminal” because her life was broadcasted after her death and the few mistakes she made in her past were now being forced to haunt her resting spirit. No one was ever charged with her death even though the bullet matched one of the officers guns because each attempted case was thrown out, they would not even hear our depositions. Aunt Libb was just another black live that was lost back in 2006 that no one had to answer for and probably never