The End Of My World

Chapter 11

   They were after me. I heard the sirens of Police cars racing after me. I was terrified. Why were they only coming after me, there were two other cars that were there, why only me? Since I was sober, I was a much better driver. I started speeding through every car I possibly could. But they were still following me. I knew I couldn't go back to the garage and blow our whole cover, so I kept driving, hoping that I would lose them.

   The more I kept driving, the more Police cars seemed to be showing up. I never knew that there were that many Police officers. I was scared. Whatever was wrong with me before had completely went away, I was back to normal, back to my normal thoughts. I was terrified. I didn't even really realize what I had gotten myself into until now. For a couple minutes I was contemplating if I should just pull over and give up, but I didn't, I was so scared that I just kept driving. I was just creating a bigger problem for myself.

   I decided to turn down the highway and maybe I would finally lose them. As I was gaining more speed I saw something weird. There were Police cars in front of me. Not too close, but not too far either. I kept driving, there was probably some crazy move I could make to get past them. So I kept driving. As I made it closer, I began to see something in the road. It was a Spike Strip. They put a fucking Spike Strip in the road. I tried to slow down because I knew what would happen if I ran over that at the speed I was going, but it was far too late. 

   The car went flying through the air. I went flying through the air. In that moment, time felt very slow. It felt long. But it didn't last forever. Before I new in the car was tumbling down the road. I don't remember what happened after that. I could only remember the feeling. The pain coursing through my body. It's scary how fragile humans can be. Like there is no escape. I should've died in that moment, I wish I did.

   As I woke up, I realized the change in setting. I was in a hospital. Maybe everything that I had just experienced was just a dream, and I'm finally waking up after a long ass coma. But no. I tried to get up only to realize that my hands were cuffed to the bed. I looked around the room and realized what had happened. I looked out the door and saw a Police officer standing guard. As I sat there in the bed, all I could think about was the pain I was in, and if I was the only one that got caught. It might sound selfish, but I didn't want to be the only one that got caught, after all it wasn't my idea. 

   A couple minutes later, a Police officer walked in with a doctor. That's when I finally realized that I couldn't go back. I should've said no when he asked me, but I didn't, why didn't I? The doctor pulled out a four wheeled chair and rolled over to me. 

   Doctor: Caroline, I'm glad that you're finally awake. Do you remember anything about what happened?

   Caroline: I only remember bits and pieces.

   Police officer: Caroline, you're going to be arrested for organizing and attempting robbery.

   Caroline: Organizing, I didn't organize anything!

   Police officer: Well, after the robbery, a couple people came into the department a couple day later confessing some very valuable information. They told us that you organized this whole operation and a couple other ones that were committed not too long ago. We don't need your confession, we have all the proof that we need. 

   Caroline: But I got hired, I didn't organize shit!

   Who came in and said that I organized this. Bank robbery is a felony! But now they think that I organized multiple Bank robberies. My life was over. From that moment forth, there was no going back. I had to tell Dawson, I needed him to know that I was okay, and I needed him to help me clear this situation, because it was Marco, not me!