"You Must Not Tell" by: Miguel Hernandez

Miguel Hernandez Period: 7th 11/05/13 “You Must Not Tell” You must not tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, I shot him. Yes, right in the head from a block away. I didn’t think I could get him, I didn’t trust my shot, but luckily I hit my target. I guess you can call me hit-man now. See, it was all so sudden, I was sent to do this mission about a month ago. He seemed to be in hiding because throughout that month I couldn’t find him. My brothers were starting to doubt my loyalty to the gang, I knew I had to kill him or else I’d be facing a hard time with the gang. The guy that I shot and killed deserved it. He came through our territory a few weeks ago and shot my brother in the leg. I didn’t just do it for the love of the gang but for my gang brother. Since the divorce I felt alone, but they were there for me and helped raise me. I am the man I am now because of them, not because of my father, all I got from him was abuse. I had to do it. To prove that I am a man and heck I owe it to my gang, after all they did raise me. When I saw him I quickly reached under my shirt to where the gangs .45 rested. Four bullets in the chamber meant four shots to my rival. I pulled it out and he saw me, he quickly turned around and tried running, but it didn’t matter because I followed him letting out one shot, two shots, three shots, I missed all the shots so I knew I had to get him with the last bullet or else. If I wasn’t able to hit him with the last bullet the whole mission would be over and the rival gang would seek revenge. I knew I had to make their revenge worth it so I stopped, took a breath, steadied my trembling hand and I pulled the trigger letting out a blow louder then what I had ever heard. I then placed the .45 back under my shirt where it rested before and ran. Later that day I heard around the block the “Lil Dip” the rival gang member who I had shot earlier that day was shot and killed. The bullet had gone through his head. As I heard the news I stood in shock as my gang brothers walked in the house with beer, marijuana, and drugs to celebrate my victory. Sure, it was a battle won for my gang but a battle lost in me. I had become a killer and the cops would be searching for me, my freedom had died along with “Lil Dip”. As I stood the still in shock all my childhood memories, good and bad came rushing through my mind. I began to remember the happy moments I spent with my family and I thought how my mother’s discipline and advice had gone to the trash. I no longer Julian; I was no longer that son that my mother loved. I was a killer gang member that went by the name of “Lil Craze”. I could no longer look my mother in the eye; I could no longer bear to be in her presence because I didn’t feel human. The death of “Lil Dip” had been the death of me as a human being, because a human being has a heart and I no longer had one. Now, remember you must not tell anyone what I have told you today or my next hit-kill will be you.