Alvin .

Lydia Jo

Have you ever felt so alone and useless? It is a horrible feeling. I used to feel so alive in the 6th grade. In the fall of the 6th grade I met my first boyfriend and I guess love. His name was Alvin Hernandez. He had mesmerizing eyes and a beautiful smile. He was perfect to me. He wrote me a note in Science class one day that said. "Hey pretty girl. I think you're beautiful. I know this seams creepy. But would you please be my girlfriend?" When I received the note I actually rolled my eyes because in the 6th grade boys always said stuff like that then they embarrass you in front of the whole class. At the end of class I walked up to him and said. "Are you lying?" He looked confused and said "Huh?" Then I showed him the note. He smiled at me and said "I was serious, will you." I then knew he was telling the truth. I then accepted his question and we became official.

The months went by fast, he was always there for me. He held my hand, opened my locker, and was always there for me. He wasn't only a boyfriend but he was my best friend. He was so supportive and always was there for me.

May came, Summer was almost here and so was my moving. I was so scared, I'd be leaving everyone I knew including Alvin, and home. I had panic attacks. Cinco De Mayo, [May 5th] there was a party at Alvin's house. Him and I danced together, he whispered saying that they were moving next summer to the same area I was gonna be. I smiled big and kissed him. If I could get through this move I'd know Alvin would be there for me.

It seams like God had other plans though. 5 days after Alvin's Cinco de Mayo party. Alvin and I were walking home from a 7-11. It was a quarter to 9 and we were laughing and drinking mountain dew. Alvin then said, "Baby, Do you love me?" I smiled and said. "That's so stupid Al, you know I love you more than anything in the world." He smiled a little then changed the subject.

Two minutes after he asked me if I loved him we heard scratching of tires then we heard this guy try talking to us. We both got creep-ed out then started running. I then heard two gun shots. I fell and felt a sting in my thigh. I cried and heard the guy in the car pull away laughing saying "YEAH [beep] WE KILLED ONE!" "Killed?" I thought in my head. I called out to Alvin. I saw blood on my leg then I saw Alvin laying in blood. He didn't move. I stared and whispered "Alvin?" my heart stopped. I scooted over to him then I tried feeling a pulse. Nothing. "Alvin. this isn't funny, come on baby. please don't die. Please!" I grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek. Tears fell down my face. I then remembered his question. Then I cried in his chest, "Baby, I love you. Please come back, I need you. In a year you and I would be with each others. You promised. I love you and miss you." I cried and cried. My heart was breaking apart, I could feel it. It hurt even worse then my leg. I heard the sirens, god. Why was this happening to me ? God please bring back Alvin . I then heard someone talking to me, I don't know what they said. I was to busy thinking of Alvin and everything that happened. I just cried. The man pulled me off of Alvin. I screamed ... "let me go, let me stay with him! He will come back!" The man shook his head and said, "He's dead, you can't bring back the dead."then I was put into the ambulance and that was the last time I saw Alvin.

When I woke up I saw my mom and Mrs. Hernandez, His moms eyes looked like his. I cried and remembered what happened. They both cried and held each of my hand.

May 16th was Alvin's funeral. I watched as they put him into the ground, the tissue I held fell to the ground and my heart felt so heavy. The boy I loved more then anything was being put into the ground. I ran away I ran as fast as I could. I stopped at a bench and I just cried, I cried so hard. I felt alone. My other half was dead. My brother ran after me then held me. (He was in the 3rd grade at that time.) He told me, "Alvin wont be gone, He'll be looking from heaven just at you, because he loves you." I smiled at my little brother then looked at the sky. I said "I love you Alvin Hernandez." I walked with my little brother. Still hurting but knowing he is there looking from heaven. <3

[[ Author Note: 3 years later, I am a freshman in high-school. I remember everything that happened in this story, this is a true story. It still hurts like hell. This Thursday, May 10th will be the 3rd year anniversary of Alvin's death. That jerk who killed him was never found. It pisses me off. I hope you enjoyed my story, I cried while writing it, I hope none of y'all cried. :) ]]