Terror Firsthand #56: Still Alive Today

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Still Alive Today 

At the studio taking singing lessons

The next morning, I fixed a bowl of cinnamon apple oatmeal and fed Big C. After that, I smoked a blunt and then packed all of my things up and checked out of the campground. I started feeling unsafe. I had no one in my life. No one had my back. Everyone I ever came in contact with was fake towards me and extremely sickening and hateful and mean to me. 

I got tired of living in the tent, while other people live in a cool, air conditioned house with humane amenities. I kept getting bullied and isolated by those people. I couldn't make them stop. I was doomed by their evil kind forever. I can't make them back off and I can't make people that gross and narcissistic leave me alone. 

A few hours later, I drove to the singing lessons in Mesa. I wanted to get my mind off of the neglect, abandonment, and filth I was forced to tolerate against my will. I wanted to gain more self confidence in myself, because the racist bullies and feces-colored haters and groupies didn't want to see me with any. I chose singing instead of suicide. 

The singing teacher said that I had a great voice. I didn't enroll at the school, because I had already spent my money on the male escorts. I told the teacher that I would enroll some other time. I really wanted to, because I need the classes and the experience. After I pay off a few bills, I'm going to enroll. 

The music instructor told me that I would get a new T-shirt every 2 months, and after I graduate, I get to perform in front of the class. It was a 12 month program. The cost was only $2,200 to sign up. I didn't have it. I blew alot of money on frivolous things like filming music videos, social media subscriptions, clothes, and online app subscriptions. I could've used that money for the performing arts school. 

Besides, I also spent a lot on cannabis, credit card bills, veterinarian bills, and car insurance this year. I'm spending a lot of money, and it still isn't enough to get the the respect I deserve. These days, I have to be damn near a millionaire to survive. I make way less than the average American. I live in poverty - thanks to all the racist opps out there. 

I only paid for those male escorts last week because I wanted to know what it's like being with a man for one night. It felt great, but the experience is very short lived. I'm not rich, and I can't pay them on a regular basis. I wish I could though, so I can feel what it's like to feel safe around a man. I don't get to experience feeling safe on a regular basis. 

Feeling safe cost money. Feeling safe should be something that money can't buy, but for me, it's not. The downlow bisexual women and the gay downlow men, the incest people, and the queers are always out to get me. They pester me every day and call me a bunch of names and spread fake rumors about me. I can't make them stop. They're murderers. 

At the grocery store 

After the singing lesson, I went grocery shopping. I purchased a bottle of Pinot grigio and other food. I preferred Rose, but it was a little more expensive. After I went grocery shopping I stopped at a chicken restaurant that I had never been too. It was much cleaner than the chicken spot in L.A. After I left the chicken spot, I went back to the same campground in Phoenix where I was. I couldn't find a place with less people. I was forced to deal with the overpopulated environment. 

I didn't want to go to a more remote area because I needed more money to do that too. I needed more gear to protect me from wildlife, and also more solar energy. The price of all that stuff is in the thousands. 

I sat around the campsite drinking wine. I gazed at the stars and started a campfire. I started praying. I prayed to any spirit that would listen.

"Any spirit that will listen. Please hear me out. Please protect me from women. Protect me from women with a penis and women with a vagina. Please keep all women away from me. They stink and they are a disease towards me. Please keep those funky, gross, downlow, disgusting female murderers and negligent clowns away from me. 

Everyday I live in fear. Every day I'm scared that a woman is going to hurt me. Everyday I'm scared that they might rape me, stalk me, spy on me, or murder me. Please keep females away from me. I'm begging you. Any spirit that will listen! Help! Keep those sickening women away from me! I am not with them! I am by myself! I am not their friend! They are sick in the head! Keep them all away from me! I don't want women within 10 ft of me. 

No one is an exception. I am not gay. I want all women to stay in their lane and keep a distance away from me. Please don't let them speak on me! Please don't let my name come out of their unsanitary, filthy mouths! Please don't let them touch me or molest me! Please keep them away! Please make them stop biting me! Please make the bullying stop! Please make them stop mentally abusing me!" 

I wanted to go on and on, but I had to end the prayer somewhere. I was crying and then I started vomiting because of all the disgusting women that want to hurt me. It's really stinky and sickening. 

A few hours later, I cut the TV on and I saw GD6Star on there. He was murdered inside of the Pink Jewels Hotel, where I first met him. GD7Star's baby mother shot him in the head at point blank range.

The news reporter in Los Angeles on Jametreis White 

"The Los Angeles rapper GD6Star, whose real name is Jametreis White, has been fatally shot right inside of the Pink Jewels Hotel around 10 am yesterday morning. His girlfriend, Rameika Gonzalez, is the prime suspect. Cctv footage shows Gonzalez walking out of White's hotel suite with a handgun in her hand, and then running back to her vehicle." The reporter said. 

Then a clip the CCTV footage popped up on the screen. They blurred out most of it because it was too graphic for TV. 

"The shooting is gang related. GD6Star, who is a high ranking member of the Gangster Disciples street gang, was targeted by a member named GD7Star. Gonzalez said that GD7Star, whose real name is Antwone Delroy, forced her to shoot and kill GD6Star for "snitching". Gonzalez said that GD7Star said that the only reason he was in prison forever is because GD6Star told on him. Delroy is being held without bond in Los Angeles for the murders of Christopher 'Big Ski' Figueroa and another man. Gonzalez is being held on a $2 million dollar bond for the murder of Jametreis White."  The reporter continued.

The news reporter in Los Angeles 

I couldn't believe what the fu*k I was seeing. Now Jametreis is dead and GD7Star's baby mother is about to rot in hell where he is. Karma is a motherfu*ker! GD7Star's baby mother told on him too! I wouldn't be surprised if she got murdered behind bars! 

I went online to GD6Star's Instagram and it was pictures of him and Gonzalez on there acting like they were in love all over again. They were holding hands and kissing in the mouth in one picture. The caption read,

They can't stop us. We GD forever.

I was quite repulsed by it all. The phoney couple was wearing matching T-shirts with a blue 6 pointed star on them with the GD symbols on there. People were putting "Rest In Peace GD6Star" in the comments. 

Then I saw a link to Rameika Gonzalez's Facebook page. What I saw was disgusting. She was on there like Jamaica Rosenberg was. There were pictures of her ass out everywhere. There was a picture of her and two other women kissing in the mouth. There was a picture of her driving an Aston Martin. There was a picture of her groping another woman's ass, and that's the type of b*tch GD6Star wanted. How disgusting. 

Rameika Gonzalez in jail for slaying GD6Star 

I hate niggas that date gays. I'm not gay friendly. I don't want to be involved. I hurried up and got off of Gonzalez's gay ass page and went back to minding my business. I fixed myself a cup of green tea because my stomach was too weak for food.

I'm not going to lie, I was kind of shook at how it all played out, but that's the street life for you. I'm glad I wasn't in L.A. when any of that stuff took place. I'm glad I left GD6Star when I did. I could've gotten killed by Rameika Gonzalez too. I'm glad I answered that jail call that day. I was warned to stay away from Jametreis White, and I listened to the warning and obeyed. That's probably why I'm still alive today.