Masked

five

My first thought is: there are those fucking sirens again.

My second thought comes shortly after: wait, sirens?

My senses on full alert now, I slowly open one of my eyes. The sun is blinding, and it's position in the sky tells me that it's around noon.

I realize my head is leaning on the backseat window of a police car.

Well, fuck.

So much for a successful robbery.

I keep my gaze low, because I don't want to risk the chance of the officer seeing I'm awake yet. I want to find out everything I can before he notices and engages conversation with me.

I wriggle my wrists and try not to make too much noise with the handcuffs.

It doesn't take me long to realize that there isn't much I can do for now.

I close my eyes again, and my body starts to tell me that not only my wrists are sore; my side is also an it tender.

Must be where they tazed me.

I move slightly to situate myself better, and a new pain presents itself. It's my right shoulder, and I know that I must have fallen on it when I was tazed.

"Is she awake?" I hold my breath as the officer driving asks the officer in the passenger seat.

"I don't think so Captain," I open one eye, the one closest to the window, and take in all of "Captain's" features.

Captain is wearing a full black uniform with a slightly pointy black cap on his head. From what I can see, the other officer doesn't have this black cap.

To make my situation even better: now I'm stuck with the head officer of Caldwell, New Jersey.

My mind starts to race and I start to see things differently. Little pieces of objects start to pop out in my mind, rather than the whole object itself.

For example, when I look at my legs, I can see every bone, muscle, tissue, and cell running through my veins in my mind, but my eyes see the only the skin and shape of my legs.

What the hell is going on?

Did they give me some type of drug? I don't feel high at all?

I wiggle my toes and fingers again, just to make sure not tripping out. When I look at my shoes, it happens again. I can see inside my foot in my mind.

I've never been to a doctor or hospital for myself, only for other people. I've never been diagnosed with anything.

Or at least I think so. My mom and dad never talked about that stuff with any of us kids.

"Hey, what's going on back there," the officer in the passenger seat knocks on the glass separating the front and back of the car. I didn't even realize it, but my eyes had been wide open because I was freaking out about this new thing happening to me.

"Nothing," the sound of my voice shocks me.
It doesn't sound like me at all, "nothing, I'm just a little confused."

"Well, get used to it," Captain looks at me in the review mirror, "because you're on your way to the East Jersey State Prison."

The news hits me, but I'm not surprised. I killed a few people and robbed so many places that I can't even count them all.

"Okay," I look back at Captain straight in his eyes. He seems a little taken aback, but he's probably dealt with worse. Neither of us breaks eye contact, and, seeing as I don't want us to crash, I wink at him and look back out the window.

I don't catch his reaction, but I don't need to. I can hear him chuckle sarcastically, and I know that he's got the upper hand in this situation.

He's going to jail by choice. I'm not.

We continue to drive on a straight path, and I can tell that this is going to be a long ride.