Anda

Sirens sound in the distance. They cannot save him but they come anyway. Mariah is already here. She is in disbelief. I don't think she even really knows this is happening. She can't process Uganda is dead. The ambulance pulls up. The paramedics inside rush out. Anda has been long since dead. A strange noise comes out of Mariah, the vulnerable pharmacist clutching a broken  spice bottle she found, her hand i bleeding, but no one stops her. The paramedics assume that Mariah is with her, and Mariah can't deny that because she isn't talking. The police hand her a tissue box as she is hurried into the ambulance. Quickly I tell the police I was the one with her. They probably thought it was Mariah because she's black like Anda, and sobbing so hard. I say that Mariah can't come to terms with reality but it is really me. But now I do as I pick up a 3 dollar bangle bracelet splattered with blood. Her Dad just sits and cries. Anda is dead. Anda is dead. Anda is dead. Anda is dead. ANDA IS DEAD!!