The trouble on the night of the crescent moon

I lay silently awake to the sounds of gun shots in the hallways. Don't make a sound and you'll be fine, I think. I here maons, but at least the shootings stopped. Someone knocks on my apartment door and I open it to see my boyfriend with a bat in his hand, and a nasty scar on his left arm. "Guns..... shootings..... dead...., 5." He passes out on the floor. I pick him up and put him on the plastic covered couch. What does he mean, 5? Another knock on the door. I peek threw the peephole and notice it's Miss. Shirley.
"My, my, just makin' sure your alright." She says,"There were plenty of shootin's, I'm glad you stayed inside, you hear?" She walks back in her apartment.
I approach my boyfriend, Micheal, and check him for any scars. I don't worry at all, because this is like a regular Sunday night in the Shady Side Apartment and Town Houses. His eyes flutter open.
"Another shootin', Vanessa. There were a group of some Gansta's out by the alley. Chased them down there, but they were just too tough. Beat me till' I surrendered." He croaks. I put a finger up to his lips to shush him.
"You alright, ya hear?" I sooth. "Now go on to bed, ok?" I help him to our bed and he lays down. I walk to our small kitchen and get a drink of water. I here arguin' outside in the halls.
"I saw several of em'!" Shouts Mr. Mcclain.
"They had big old guns, and bats too!" Shouts Miss. Delie.
"Good thing Mr. Archer called those cops." Replies Miss.Shirley.
I hear several doors close and finally there is silence.
I have trouble sleeping tonight, as do I all nights. Can't stop thinkin' bout' shootin's and bats and beatings. I manage to fall asleep with the warmth of Micheal beside me, though. As long as he's with me, I'm safe n' sound.
I wake up to the smell of something burning across the halls. I rush outside and see Miss. Shirley's door opened and smoke rising out.
"Miss. Shirley?" I call.
"I'm fine, sweetheart! Just burnt my Breakfast. Didn't mean to wake ya." She calls from her kitchen.
"I'll help." I say removing the burnt pan from the old rusty stove.
"Thanks, honey. How'd you like some Ice Tea?" She asks smiling.
"Yes, thank you." I say.
She opens her fridge and pulls out a pitcher of Ice Tea. Miss. Shirley is about 20 years of age. Beautiful arched eyebrows and caramel skin, unlike my white skin, hers has an amazing tan! Her cookin' skills aren't fantastic, but the whole apartment buildin' loves her Ice tea. She hands me a fancy glass cup of Ice tea,and I take a long sip.
"You think Micheal will like some?" She asks. I shake my head.
"He's still recovering, and he should only drink water for now." I say threw sips.
"Soot yourself." She says pouring herself some Ice tea.
I finish my cup and sit down at one of her couches and admire her strange painting of a crescent moon above one of her abstract paintings. Why not a full moon?
"Shirley, why don't you have a painting of a full moon, but a crescent one?" I question.
"It is full, dear. Just because you can't see the other half, doesn't mean it's not there."
I admire her words, and stare at all of er pictures. Some people may say Miss. Shirley is crazy in the head, but I think she is smarter than man itself.
"I think i'll take a walk," I say getting up.
"Alright, be careful, you hear?" She says.
"Yes, Shirley." I walk out the door into the sidewalk that divides our apartments from the township. I decide to go grocery shoppin' and walk down the alley with caution. I see a group of men behind me talking, and pick up my pace a bit.
"Hey, beautiful!" One of them calls.
My walk becomes a sprint, and they follow after me. I twist around a corner, but it becomes a dead end. Dammit! I got myself in a load of trouble, now!
"Hey! Were you going?" says a white man with a ski mask on.
"Away from you." I spit back. They laugh and push me against a wall. I tumble down but then wobble back up. They push me down again. I start getting frustrated and push back.
"Oh, lookie here," says the man. "Looks like we got ourselves a fighter, what do you say, girl? Wanna fight?"
"Listen, I'm not here for any t-trouble." I stutter.
"Well, we are. I suggest you run."
I push some of them out of my way and run as fast as my lanky legs could run. I did not care were I am going, I just go. I jump over fences and over dumpsters. I suddenly trip on a dent in the sidewalk, and tumble down. The men catch up to me before I get my strength to hobble up.
"Hold her down!" The man orders. Two men grab my arms, and I don't dare fight back. "Now, lets see what we could do with this one." He says sizing me up. I have an Icky feeling in the pit of my stomach, that they have done this before. He takes out a small knife and traces my lips with it. "Any last words, babe?" He asks. I don't dare say anything smart, for I know that would be the last thing I ever say.
"Kill me, kill me now." I plead. He looks at me puzzled.
"W-why?" He asks.
"To get it over with."
A sly smile escaped his partly covered lips, and I know, he won't kill me right away, he'll take his time...slow and painful. He puts his face close to mine, his breath smelt of whiskey and the pine tree air freshener. His eyes grieved of death. Well, I might as well pray now. I close my eyes, for some reason I don't feel scared. I feel brave, like I will soon be in peace. Away from Shady Side Apartments. Away from it all.
I then think of Micheal, and the children we were going to have. Miss. Shirley, how our apartment will never survive without the quick thinking of me. I then realize I will not go down without a fight.
They loosen there grip on me, because they think I gave up, that is when I attack. I put my hands in fists and pull them out of there grasp, hitting both men in the face. I then kick my attacker ( the guy with the ski mask) In the stomach, and he staggers back. I make a run for it,near Shady Hills, near my life.
Ok, no more walks, no more walks.