The Little Video Game Freak That I loved
Posted on: October 13, 2008, at 01:39:04pm

Little video game freak i see him smile so bright,
everyday i see him with that controller in his hand.
His heart and soul is put into that one level,
he makes it,
he wins.

The connection that we had was neutral,
but somehow i felt so much closer to him,
even if we weren't related,
I felt the closeness that i wouldn't have with anyody else.
I loved his triumphant laughs when he killed a zombie,
or his grumbling and yelling when he lost.
Somehow, we were close, but we were so far.

Everyday was the same: 'Hey Mikey' and he says nothing but mumble a 'Hi.' I ruffle his blond curls and grin and watch. We laugh at stupid things that his heroic character says,
we cry at the parts when people didn't mean to get killed,
I miss that.

I should've told him to stay at my house,
but i got too mad and told him to get out,
but i shouldn't have because maybe he would still be with me,
he was shot accidently during a Trenton gang shootout.
He had no clue what was going on,
for a ten year old they don't tend to know that much.
He died on the spot the first shot to his head,
you couldn't imagine how guilty i felt knowing that now he's dead.
I almost put a gun to my head that day,
knowing that Mikey wasn't ever coming back.
I could've done it,
i could've just ended it,
but i didn't.
I cried for a month and a half straight,
didn't go to school,
didn't even eat,
but i got up the courage to go downstairs into my living room,
sat down in exactly the last spot that i saw him in on my couch,
and shed tears as i turned on his favorite video game,
starting it,
from Level 1.