I don't want to die young - CHRISTIAN TAYLOR - August 7th 2015
"Don't kill me." Mars groaned. "Don't kill me, I have a mom-." Was all Mars got out before he was beat again. This time two officers held him down. One at the knees, one at the shoulders, whilst the last handcuffed him and yanked the bag from him.
"That's my stuff. What the hell?!" Mars screamed, trying to move an officers elbow from his tailbone. The officers on top of him flipped him over. Mars' knee found itself in his chest. The handcuffs gripped like a vice.
"Theres nothing." The blonde officer emptied the contents of the bag onto the sidewalk. The milk burst open and the reeses rolled onto the road. The purse landed by his head. He flinched. Then his head was slammed against the floor.
"I wasn't reaching for it! Stop. This hurts. I don't want to die. I don't want to die young!"
