1 year before the death of c$&#&%@%
I was just looking at it. the place we all have been waiting for, the union depository. the one that will make us rich. I looked at my gang, all of them ready to go in the van, checking there gear and all with greedy looks, but me, I'm relaxed robbed five maybe six banks in my lifetime so this is nothing, but the thrill. I'm making history and its beautyful. I'm happy but at the same time I have this intense feeling of dread in me. I shrug it off and get in the van. I look at the gang all brothers in my book, then I look at the bank and we go for it, the big one.
The job went without a hitch. we drove the van in, and it was good everyone did as they were told. I went to the vault and opened it before the first police siren was heard. then I heard from one of the members "the blues are at the door step" this signaled me, we dont got long I went in and started to fill the duffle bags with the money. It went off easy, I heard gun shots and a few other sounds. I got all the the cash about 3 million, awesome, I drove the cart to the van wich we smashed through the glass and starting loading.
It was then, I knew that feeling of dread, before this job that something was gonna happen. I heard one of my men say man down and then it the situation only got worse, and worse, I shot back at the blues got the last bag in and the gang started to load up in the, van I was about to get in when i felt it. a pain in my side it hurt, I kneeled, a called for help, but then i saw it, the van drove off leaving me behind I looked, saw almost every police officer in the nearby county's infront of me one stepped forward, and with the swing of his arm I blackd out.
Three weeks later
I was sitting in a place, I dreaded the most it was the room of judgment. they talked then sence i never gave into them, for my brothers. they instead did something that broke me. they gave me the death sentence. i think at that moment it broke me, the blue men came for me, and took me away. im screaming and crying the entire way. how could they i didn't kill those men and then. i look only to see the but of a rifle hitting my skull.
When I woke up I was in a barbed room it felt like I was beginning to go insane I heard other men yelling at me that I'm going to die and for the next year I slowly started to break like I was already dead and in some ways I am.
