limbo.

danger.

                                     I rub my head as I try to groan in pain. I look up to see a building with blaring alarms. I'm asking myself questions I will probably never know the answer to. But I look upon in horror as I see police men pointing guns at me. I'm extremely confused. "Put your god damn hands up!" One police man yells at me. At this point I surrender myself. I try to ask them what the hell I'm putting my hands up for.  But the words just, don't come out. I know I'm not guilty. But they think I am. I'm done with all of this by now. I start putting up a fight

                                     I put my hands back down. I try standing my ground as they start shooting at me. I'm ducked behind a police car. I'm terrified but I hold my ground. I hear faintly "Dispatch other forces immediately". Oh... God. I hear more police cars screech to a stop. I look over the car. Bang! Another gun fires. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a man with bags of money. I stand and point to the man. They pick up my clues and see him on the spot. I'm thinking about all this when I realize. This was a man who framed me and left me for dead. Chris Jemes. I was literally saved by the man who wanted me dead.