My Gaurdian

Alex Martinez

I met Alex when I was five. He was four years older than me. We were such good friends, time I got, I would be with him. He was someone that I loved more than a brother if it were possible. He was my Guardian until the end. He lived in Mexico. Now I'm thirteen, and still remember him. It was only a year ago though, and I won't ever forgive myself for doing what I did to him.

In the plaza where he lived were these really bad guys who screwed over any girl they could fool. One day me and Alex were just walking around when we ran into them, they have always messed with me because they thought I was a "jewel to win" because I was from the U.S and I looked different and I spoke differently. So they came over to me and just started to play with my hair, well Alex being my brother friend, told them to stop. They didn't listen. Just laughed. Next thing I know, one was on the floor with a bleeding lip and the other stumbling away holding his stomach. They were mad, Alex had hit them. They shook it off and came after him again. These guys were taller than him, but he could over power them easily with his body mass, and big strong build. The fight went on until Alex got the one guy in the nose and there was a horrible crack. They left angry, murmuring that they Alex would be sorry. Alex being who he is yelled back that he would be waiting...the idiot.

This was when I was eleven, a year later is when it happened. The guys went missing for a bit, well we found them once when we were walking down the street and a big black van pulled up to us. Out came those guys, they were smiling. I tugged on Alex's sleeve so that we should leave, when three more guys came out of the car. Alex shoved me behind him and called out to them saying that he thought they would never come, well then the fight began. Alex was out numbered and soon they had him bounded, I stood like an idiot watching in silence, one came over to me, Alex told me to run. I couldn't. "Go!" he yelled "Do it for me, I'll be fine! Run, don't turn around, just go!" I turned around and ran, I heard cursing and then more scuffling, then as I turned the corner...gunshots. I stopped and just listened, nothing. I ran back and there he was. Eyes closed and not moving, they were pulling Alex into the van. I screamed and screamed at him to wake up, he didn't. The guy smiled at me and said "Next time babe, next time." and slammed the door and drove off. His blood was all that was left on the sidewalk.

Till this day I think of him and how it was my fault. Not one word has come out about him. I dream that he died, and I hope he did, that they're not torturing him. It was all my fault, no one knew about it, I never said a word until now. He's gone. I realized he wasn't my brother or someone I fell in love with, he was a boy who loved me, cared, listened, tried his best to make me happy, he protected me. Alex was...is my Guardian.