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As I sit on the train , I feel eyes on me or is it the brightly colored balloons floating out of my bag catching their attention ?
Who are they for ? They must be wondering to themselves ...
Observing the " Get well soon " wording in big bold letters in the front. Someone she knows must be sick ...
The next stop comes and two white policemen stepped unto the train.. Everyone's eyes left my balloons and began to stare at the policemen.
The train was at its quietest.My balloons caught there attention and they began to walk my way, "who's the balloons for ?" One officer asked. "For my older brother " I said. "Oh well we'll have to search you for suspicious activity " the other officer said
"What's suspicious about me sitting here ?!" At this point cameras and cell phones were beginning to get pulled out . My thoughts were everywhere! Am I about to be the next face on social media ?
Will there be Tshirts made with my face on it saying black lives matter ?
Will my family and friends cope with my unwilling early goodbye?!
I quickly came to and the policemen were yelling at this point, wanting me to give them my bag. I gave it to them , they pulled the balloons out and at the bottom of the strings there was a container of applesauce because my brother loved applesauce like I did...
The next stop came and the doors opened I went to try to catch the balloons before they flew out the doors and then there I was on the train floor staring at my brothers balloons as they float into the sky
I had been shot ..
Struggling to breath I looked at the nearest person with a camera and said to my family and friends " I love you " and those were my last words
From there all the hashtags began
#Rip
#blacklivesmatter
#NYshootingontrain
#girlwithballoons
This is how I'll be remembered...
And the policemen will get what ?? Fired ? Suspended ? Guilt ?
No one knows , but all we do know is that it'll happen again ...
