As I walked down the roads of Chicago there were lot's of thugs and such rolling dice and standing their territory. They were gangbangers and I gave them their space, I never really understood gangbanging, I just thought of it as doing something stupid and excepting the consequences. I got back home, layed down, and put on a TV show that I always loved to watch called Chiraqology, the TV show was about my city and all the crimes that happen within it. I woke up the next morning and called a friend of mine that goes to the highschool I went to in Chicago, his name was Derrick but on the streets he was known as D-Thang, but sadly he is a gangbanger too. Me and Derrick had known each other since Pre-K, and I still remember the day he came to me crying at my house saying that somebody had shot up his whole house with his sister and brothers inside of it, I was devastated that whole day thinking about what I saw in his living room, as his dead brother and sister layed atop of eachother lifeless on that living room floor. His dad was in a gang called BD which stands for (Black Disciples), and that gang has enemys, and their enemys are called the GD's which stands for (Gangster Disciples), I know about this because it's the only thing Derrick talks about. I moved out the highschool he was going to because of the gang activity in it, people were always fighting and that's were all the gang beef started, in highschool. My mom passed away because of cancer and I truly miss her, my dad on the other hand is King David, the head leader of the BD's, he got incarcerated when I was four and I haven't talked to him since then. As I was texting and telling Derrick to come over, someone started knocking at my front door, I stay in some loud apartments on the rough side of Chicago but I never get visitors so I'm surprised that anybody is knocking right now and it can't be Derrick because he is going live right now on Instagram. The moment I stand up is when I see my doorknob slowly turn, I then think fast and run upstairs to my bedroom. I had never thought a moment like this would ever happen in my entire life. As I'm laying up under my bed I hear them have a conversation as they walk upstairs, my house is pretty empty considering I live by myself, but why does this have to happen to me?, out of all the bad people, me!. Right now they are rummaging through my closet saying "If I find a gun bro it's mine", and I don't even have a gun myself. About ten minutes later they come back up stairs and one of them say "look up under the bed and then we're leaving, as the man looks up under the bed, me and him make deadly eye contact, he grabs me by my throat and hair then pulls me from up under my bed. As I put up a great fight, I grab the gun from his coat then point it at him shouting "I will shoot you!, leave my house right now or I will call the cops!", he looks at me as if I'm a joke, so I pull back the trigger but it doesn't move, and then the next thing I know is I'm seeing stars. I wake up laying in the room on the floor with absolutely no TV in my room and every light in my house on. Now I most definitely need to find out who they we're and get my revenge.