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“Noooo! She’s not dead yet! She’s not dead!” Still wielding a weapon, I stab the closest arm in hopes to win back my freedom.
    â€œAAAARGH,” a man howls. “Get those damn things away from her!”
    The second the needles are snatched out of my hands, I fuckin’ lose it. Kicking and screaming, I claw my way through the piles of bodies that are trying to hold me down, but these muthafuckas got me pinned.
    â€œTa’Shara, baby. Please, stop. You’re hysterical,” Tracee, my foster mother, screams. Fat tears race down her face. There’s love there, I can see it, but that shit don’t matter right now. She can’t and will never understand the rage boiling in my veins. How could she? Tracee and her perfect husband, Reggie, with their perfect jobs and perfect suburban house, had done all they could to shield and protect me. They had planted seeds of hope and endless possibilities in my head on how I can rise above my parents’ abandonment and the horrors of the State’s foster care system and it was all bullshit .
    I’m never going to get out of this fuckin’ city.
    I’m never going to become a doctor.
    I’m never going to escape LeShelle and her street politics. Not as long as she is still breathing.
    â€œI want her dead! I want her dead!” I shove Tracee away and send her stumbling back over the edge of the bed. Launching forward like a locomotive, I fight to get at LeShelle’s bleeding ass again, but another team of quarterback-looking men dressed head to toe in white tackle me. “Let me go, goddamn it! Let me go!”
    â€œI thought you guys had her pinned?” another man yells.
    â€œWe’re trying. Look what she did to my arm!”
    These big niggas grab my bruised body and intensify my rage. In my mind’s eye, they are LeShelle’s goons, ready for another round at my bruised pussy. “LET GO!”
    â€œPlease, please,”Tracee wails. “Don’t hurt her.”
    â€œLET GO!”
    I jack up my knee and hit a nut sack so hard that this miscellaneous brothah can forget about having babies.
    â€œAwwww, shit.”
    At least one pair of hands fall away and I redouble my efforts to break loose, but I don’t get so much as an inch off of the floor before being tackled back down again. They’re going to rape me! God, no. Please not again. Terror seizes me.
    I can’t let LeShelle win. I can’t!
    â€œTa’Shara, sweetheart. They are just trying to help you,” Tracee yells above the scuffling. “Please don’t fight them.”
    â€œNo! No!” I don’t believe her. She’s a liar.They are all liars.
    There’s a painful prick on my right arm. I wrench my head around to see a nurse inject me with something. “What are you doin’? What is that?”
    â€œDon’t worry.This is going to calm you down,” the woman says, smiling.
    I open my mouth to tell her that I don’t want to calm down, but the words get lost in the journey from my brain to my mouth. A second after that, my tongue swells to the point that it feels like it’s too big for my mouth. My vision is the next thing to go as the bitch in front of me blurs. I blink several times, but then my eyes grow heavy. Before long, I can barely keep them open.
    What the fuck?
    â€œGet the jacket,” someone shouts.
    Jacket? What jacket?
    â€œBe careful. Don’t hurt her,”Tracee sobs.
    â€œSorry, ma’am, but we’re more worried about her hurting someone else,” an attendant tells her.
    â€œTa’Shara, baby. Everything is going to be all right,”Tracee wails as I’m being strapped into something. There is no need for it now since the horse tranquilizer shit they gave me has kicked in.
    â€œHow’s the other one?” a woman asks.
    Even though I’m sinking into a black hole, I wait with bated breath for the answer.
    â€œWe have a