Suicide Amy

By Kevin Alberto Sabio

"Yet another young life has been tragically lost to the streets of Brooklyn, New York.  Amy Gutierrez, a native daughter of East new York, has just brutally and violently taken her own life.  Witnessed by her best friend in the whole world, Andrew "Drew Blood" Malone, he struggles to deal with her death, and make sense of it all,  With the help of Dr. Claire Daye, Andrew tries to trace the steps taken by Amy that ultimately lead to her ghastly demise.  Set in the 1990s, this Street Lit/Young adult novel is one street tale not to be missed."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kevin Alberto Sabio
• Release date: Mar 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393527329

Kevin Alberto Sabio

KEVIN ALBERTO SABIO is an author and activist, born and raised in Brooklyn, NY.  He is also known as a screenwriter, online journalist, and advocate for the cinematic and literary arts.  He has written several fiction and nonfiction book titles.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

The greater world is pitch black, surrounded by pure darkness, as the sounds of a young teenage female sobbing fills the background.  Ambulance and police sirens scream and wail in the distance, filling in the background, still too far away to make a difference in this yet unseen situation.  A sense of dark, deep dread and despair hangs heavily in the air....

..It’s my fault!  It’s all my fault!, you hear her teary voice call out into the darkness...

She continues to sob heavily, as her world silently comes crashing down around her.  You hear the sounds of footsteps shuffling on top of gravel, scraping along the surface....

...I got him killed.  It’s all my fault!  It’s all my own fucking fault...!

You hear the sound of a gun being cocked, as well as the continued sounds of tears and sad sniffles, a dreaded feeling now welling up.....

...I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry...

....All of a sudden, you hear a young male voice as he groans in pain and discomfort, quite obviously disoriented, and most likely just coming to...

Oooow!  ...Amy?  ...Amy?

...A short pause...and then...utter horror....

Amy...no-...!

KA-BLAM!!!  Thump!

...-NOOO!

17-year-old Andrew Drew Blood Malone immediately jumps awake, frightened from out of his tortured slumber, his forehead beaded in sweat.  Andrew’s brown face looks around the room, totally disoriented, trying to get his bearings.  His heartbeat continues to race, until he soon realizes that he is at Kings County Hospital in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, lying in a hospital bed.  He also realizes that his right arm is in a sling, and hurting him like hell.  The room is eerily dark and silent, save for the sounds of the cardiac machine reading his heartbeat, it’s dim lighting illuminating the room.  He briefly pauses, calming down for a bit, and then those tortuous, painful memories begin to come back to him, realizing what had happened, and how he’d gotten there.  So....it’s true, he thinks to himself, I remember now..., the feelings of anger and sadness now welling up inside of him.  The recollections were tearing him up inside, those awful memories now flooding back into his mind and soul...

Andrew then turns his head towards his left, over to the table next to his bed.  He sees some flowers in a vase, and a picture of both Andrew, and a dark skinned teenage Afro Latina girl posing in b-boy/b-girl stances.  17-year-old Amy Gutierrez’s face smiles back at him in the picture, reminding him of better days.  A reminiscent smile then slowly starts to spread across his face, joyful tears beginning to well up.  Andrew struggles to sit up in the bed, and tries to reach out to the picture.  He reaches as close as he can, hoping to recapture his best friend’s photographic essence, and then immediately recoils, violently hissing out his discomfort because of the shooting, stabbing pain from his right arm.  He winces in pain, and grabs at his wounded arm, fighting off tears of pain.  After the pain finally subsides, Andrew punches his bed in frustration, and lies back down, angry at his inability to reach out to a familiar, and safe face.  He tries to fight back the tears that are starting to stream down his face, trying to fight off the feelings of helplessness and loss, but soon, the floodgates of sadness and remorse soon takes their toll on him....

*   *   *   *   *

It is a chilly, morbid day in Brooklyn.  Andrew is visiting a cemetery, kneeling in front of a headstone, his brown face looking very sad and remorseful.  The headstone reads, "AMY ARIANA-SIMONE GUTIERREZ...JUNE 6, 1977-APRIL 18, 1994.  His mother, Candace Malone, is standing a few steps behind him, trying to hold back her own tears, her own copper face puffy from crying, filled with loss and remorse.  She knew how close the two had been growing up, and knew how devastating a blow this was to her only child.  Andrew just continues to look at the headstone, saddened, and lost in thought.  He finally starts to break down and cry, lowering his head, covering his face with his free hand.  Candace comes up from behind him and holds him, trying to provide him with the comfort that only a mother could.  He then turns to his mother, and cries in her arms, full blown sobs now emanating from deep down inside.  Candace just continues to hold him, trying to comfort him as best she can.  It’s alright, baby...., she says to him in a soothing manner, ...Just let it out...".  Andrew just continues to cry in his mother’s arms, letting out all of the pain that he’s been keeping bottled up inside.  She continues to fight back her own tears, holding onto him, trying to be strong for him, slowly rocking him in comfort, helping him to cope with this experience as best she can...

CHAPTER 2

Candace and Andrew are on the subway riding on the A train together, heading off to parts unknown.  The train car is semi-full with passengers, preoccupied with their own issues and affairs, either sitting in silence, or listening to their walkman, taking in the ride to parts throughout the city; whether heading off to work, or going to complete their errands of the day.  As Andrew sits next his mother on the train, he sports a look of deep unhappiness and animosity; his teenage attitude very apparent.  His mother looks between him, and the other passengers in the car with them, sporting a concerned look.  Andrew just continues to look out into space, focusing his attention onto the other passengers, as the train rumbles along through the tunnels, really not wanting to be bothered by anything, or anyone.  The tension between the two of them is very high.

Andrew...?, Candace asks, ...Are you alright?

Andrew just loudly sucks his teeth, and rolls his eyes in response, giving her extreme attitude.  Candace just lets out a breath, and shakes her head.  Great...he’s in one of his moods, again..., she sighs to herself.

...This is for your own good-...

...-Whatever, Ma!

I’m not gonna fight with you about this-...

...-Whatever!

Candace pauses briefly, and then just shakes her head, dropping the subject.  She was too tired to fight with him about this, and wasn’t trying to start a new war with him...not after all that they’d just been through, not after they’d just gotten back on a good footing with each other...

...Fine.

...-A’ight, then!

The two continue their train ride in silence.  The mood between them is thick with tension, with neither one wanting to back down from the other.  Candace was glad that they were finally talking to one another civilly, for once, but wasn’t about to take any abuse from him.  She just lets out a weary breath, continuing the ride in silence, trying to maintain the cease fire...

*   *   *   *   *

Andrew and his mother are in the waiting area, having finally arrived at their destination in Manhattan after their train ride.  After transferring trains, they finally arrive at a doctor’s office in the Upper East Side; a psychiatrist office to be exact.  The waiting area to the doctor’s office is a bit small, but has a comfortable atmosphere, enhanced by the pastel decor and the paintings on the wall.  They are the only one’s there waiting with the doctor’s receptionist, a pleasant young mocha sister who is at her desk, working on her computer.  Andrew looks very irritated and distant, his displeasure evident to all.  This shit ain’t cool AT ALL..., he silently fumes to himself, This be some straight up BULLSHIT!!.   Candace is sitting next to him, nervously fiddling with her hands.  She really didn’t know what to expect, and didn’t know how Andrew would handle having to go to a psychiatrist’s office.  The physical wounds to his body, they knew would eventually heal, as no serious damage was done to him, much to her relief.  The emotional and psychological damage that he’d suffered, on the other hand...that was trickier to deal with, and this was the best recommended course offered to her by the hospital.

The intercom buzzes, and the receptionist answers the handset.  After a few moments, she