"Don't Be Scared"...these words were the last words my friend and classmate Rajaan Bennett would post on his facebook. Yesterday morning, he was shot and killed in his own home at 2:30AM. I can't believe it happened to him, of all people. I don't want anyone else to die or take his place but...why him of all people...he was what I wanted to be. What people should be. He was a role model, a hero, he was motivation, inspiration, he was a leader. I can't believe this is happening. I feel like I'm in a fucking endless nightmare I won't wake up from...
He was one of the coolest guys I'd ever meet...I remember last year back in my Junior year, we had the same Algebra class...boy was this guy a riot. He was really smart, an A/B student, he was popular with just about all of our classmates in our year and many upper/lower classman. It's hard to see someone like that just...go...and disappear. He had everything a person could want, he had a full-ride college scholarship to Vanderbilt. VANDERBILT, a really great college in the states. He, again, was an inspiration. He was kind, he was loved and he was taken from us over a fucking domestic dispute. He was killed over something that had nothing to do with him. This is what makes me the most angry, and the most upset. I just don't understand anymore. I'm having a hard time just like everyone else coping with this tragedy. Yesterday, the whole school wad literally dead. We had no classes, we didn't do anything, we were zombies. We had many rain drops that hit those pillows...mine included...yesterday I got home, I broke down and cried in my moms arms.
I know I gotta move on, I can't mourn, cry, grieve about this forever but its difficult. When you see someone everyday, if not every other day, for 4 years maybe even longer you have a bond, a family bond. We may not be blood brothers but he is sort of my brother in a way. We as a senior class are a family...and when a family member dies...theres no feeling that can describe how you feel...hopefully I can get back to normal soon...I'm tired of the crying but I feel I'm going to feel this way for a while.
He was one of the coolest guys I'd ever meet...I remember last year back in my Junior year, we had the same Algebra class...boy was this guy a riot. He was really smart, an A/B student, he was popular with just about all of our classmates in our year and many upper/lower classman. It's hard to see someone like that just...go...and disappear. He had everything a person could want, he had a full-ride college scholarship to Vanderbilt. VANDERBILT, a really great college in the states. He, again, was an inspiration. He was kind, he was loved and he was taken from us over a fucking domestic dispute. He was killed over something that had nothing to do with him. This is what makes me the most angry, and the most upset. I just don't understand anymore. I'm having a hard time just like everyone else coping with this tragedy. Yesterday, the whole school wad literally dead. We had no classes, we didn't do anything, we were zombies. We had many rain drops that hit those pillows...mine included...yesterday I got home, I broke down and cried in my moms arms.
I know I gotta move on, I can't mourn, cry, grieve about this forever but its difficult. When you see someone everyday, if not every other day, for 4 years maybe even longer you have a bond, a family bond. We may not be blood brothers but he is sort of my brother in a way. We as a senior class are a family...and when a family member dies...theres no feeling that can describe how you feel...hopefully I can get back to normal soon...I'm tired of the crying but I feel I'm going to feel this way for a while.
