Building Bridges (l.s.)

one

I was spraying the side of the train with my half empty bottle of white spray paint. I shook the bottle expecting more paint to come out, but nothing happened.

"Guys, I'm out of paint, hand me a new can."

Looking to my left where Evan was supposed to be, there was now nothing but air. The sound of quick, faint footsteps drew my attention and I saw Evan, Owen, and Parker running towards town. They were yelling something that I couldn't make out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a couple lights coming towards me. That's when I knew what they were trying to tell me.

Run.

I immediately started running, deciding not to follow my friends. The train was stopped going through the town, and I headed toward the abandoned mill. I could barely see anything, other than the blinking lights provided by the lamp posts. The sun had set hours ago and clouds covered the night sky, including the moon which couldn't be seen.

Shouts from unknown voices were close behind me, and I picked up my speed, approaching a fence. I heaved myself up, sitting on the top railing, and I got a view of what was chasing me.

Three cops were approaching me, fast. I hurriedly tried to throw my legs over the side of the fence, but the hole in my skinny jeans got caught on one of the links. I struggled to get free, losing about five seconds of ground in front of the cops. Eventually I ripped free from the fence and jumped down a couple feet, before running inside of the mill. My feet pounded hard against the cracking concrete below them. I could hear nothing but the sound of wind blowing through my hair and the quick beat of my heart pounding in my head. I started running up a flight of stairs when my foot caught on a crumbling piece of concrete and I fell backwards, all the way back down the stairs. The breath was knocked out of me and I was laying on my back, still trying to gather myself. My vision was blurred a little from my high and drunken state, but I could still see the lights getting closer to me. I heard ringing in my ears and felt a sharp pain in my shoulder from the fall, and the lights just kept getting brighter. I tried to move, to do anything, but I couldn't. Dull voices again were talking and grabbed me, pulling me up to my feet.

Once I was up and the ringing in my ears faded, I could feel hands on my shoulders, steadying me. They pulled my arms back and put pinching handcuffs on my hands. I winced, and they began to tug me towards the train.

"Come on, kid." one of the cops said. I'm so fucking screwed.

Why am I the only one that got caught? Where the hell are the guys? Thoughts just kept replaying in my head over and over, the same questions coming up. Sweat was running down my temple and my heart was beating out of my chest, I knew that the cops holding my arms could feel my pulse. Soon we approached the car, the lights flashing red and blue. I peered towards town, looking for the guys, but it was so dark and I should've known that they would leave me. The cop lowered my head and forced me into the back seat, slamming the door. We were on our way to the station, and I sighed, wondering what was going to happen next. It was Parker's idea to spray the train. I mean, yeah, we all agreed to it, but he's the one that is always almost getting us caught. If I get out of here, the first thing I'll do is kick his ass. Then again, that's if.

We pulled up to the station, and the cop opened the door for me. We made our way up the steps and stepped inside, warm air surrounding my body. They moved me inside a small room, with a desk and two chairs. I'm guessing it was the sheriff's office. I sat down in one of the chairs, and the cop that handcuffed me stood by me. I glared at him, did that fucker have to put them on so tight? It was pinching my skin and I was starting to lose feeling in my hands. The door swung open, and in stepped a tall man with a police outfit and a sheriff's badge. He sat down in the chair behind the desk with a file in his hands.