My Name Is Teresa Villegas

My Age Is 17
My Dream Is To Become A Doctor.
My Challenge Is To Let Go Of The Past…….

We were having so much fun that day,

On the bus after school,
Laughing,
Having fun
Making complements about my baby….
Everything happened in a blur,
Little did I know as soon as we stepped off the bus my whole life was going to change….
Gang violence,
My sister and a friend got into a scuffle with a boy….
He turned not knowing what he was thinking
Turned back at the girls and started fighting them,
Stabbing both of them …
I remember my sister walking up to me
The look on her face was weird…
I thought he only punched her
Maybe broke a rib
I asked “Are you ok?”
She was holding her stomach
I didn’t know what happen till she removed her hand from her stomach
I saw the blood….
I turned around screamed
He stepped onto the trolley thinking he was going to get away….
The trolley cop grabbed me
Asking me WHATS HAPPENING…
I told him
He grabbed and arrested him…
As I turned back
I saw my friend laying face down
Screaming in pain
I panicked
Looked at the phone
Maybe dialed some numbers
But mostly I stood there
Watching her die
A random guy
Flipping her over
And her head hitting the cement
Her eyes blinked open
And all I heard was the gargling noise as she choked on her blood
He ripped her shirt
Looking for the wound
The blood poured out
More and more and more….
I watched her green eyes turn brown
My beautiful friend was dying
In my arms at the old town trolley
people were watching,
Babies were crying…
the ambulance screamed from a distance
I thought – maybe there’s a chance . . .
As I stood there being interrogated
I looked up
my sister, my friend taken away in the ambulance,
Some cops were asking me questions,
I watched them put up caution tape,
Looking from the puddle of blood on the ground,
Looking at my 3 month old son,
Time flowed by without reason

Rochelle Quintana was pronounced dead

But my sister survived
And that boy only got a year for manslaughter…

I hate that boy for what he did

But what I hate most is the violence that won’t stop

This is one story

But I have so many more:
Tao Noel
shot 7 times in the back
Zach
flung out of a car,
Rochelle
stabbed to death
Skippy
shot
dead . . .