Hit or Hit...?

|Flashback 2018|

My grandpa always used to say :" If you interfere in someones way, don't pretend you didn't know, that both of your own paths could easily become one. In the end, you will know if this person was a present or a punishment for your destiny"

The sirens got more and more louder behind me. They chased me. Voices screamed :" Stop,right now!" How was this even possible? Two minutes ago I was looking at the clowdy sky, feeling really happy and minding my own business. But suddenly within a second, the police came to chase me. How can life change so dramatical in an insignificant second? I didn't know what to do, so I began to run for my life. And yes, I know it's not the smartest decision I have ever made in my past 18 years of living. But how could I let a clear thought in my mind, when I was completely soggy, blind because I have lost my glasses, and my whole body shaked because of my frightness. Maybe people in Thailand do this, chasing after innocent tourists. So I run: blind, soggy and full of fear like a guilty bank rubber. I think this is the explanation why they still haunt after me. The sky wasn't just clowdy anymore, the rain started pooring however now it became a huge shower. Big thunders were on the sky. Where did the beautiful weather went? And what the hell do they want from me? Their screaming echoed on the empty dark streets. Every block looked the same, I lost orientation. Big buildings, apartments closed shops and so one. But there was no one. Exept me and those police officers. What did I got myself into? A herd of angry police officers in my back. My hair blooked my view. As I run and run I finally saw a dark alley. My escape!

Without a moment of hesitation I took a sharp left move to get in the smelly alley. Because of the never ending rain, there was a big puddle. In my hectic I didn't saw it coming and lost balance. My body was aching and I had problems breathing propally. My whole body wasn't used to running that much. My movements had become really instable. I lost any contole over it. I pantted. Calming myself down to take a better look around me. It was to dark to see anything. Did I trick the police? Will they find me if I stay here? I think from now on I should stay quiet.

And then I felt into a big puddle. Fuck. This was really loud. Did they here it? I didn't make a move. But the sirens were gone. I got myself quickly up. My knee was hurting from the ungentle fall. I tried to drag my knee behind me. It hurts so bad! Why do I always get myself in such situations? Mother would say:" Darling, it's because you don't pray to god that often" But in the end I think I'm just haunted. Haunted for bad things. As I tried to get deeper in this dark and awful alley I stumbled on big garbage bags. With my injured knee on my side I lost condition and felt on some bags. As I was falling something mettalic hit me full force on the left temple. I felt a never ending swindle. It was a throb pain. I had to cover my mounth to not scream the shit out of me. Keep calm. Keep calm. Oh my fucking! My head crashed on the cold paved street. I contracted my face. But it was all useless, my eyes began to flicker widly. I wanted to scream but the pain had reached my mind. The last thing I could perceive where some sirens of the police cars driving past me. And then I fainted.

I lost control over my time feeling, so I didn't know how long I was lying on the cold street. But I was shivering to my bones. Something shaked my shoulder very harshly. I opened my eyes shookingly. Am I death now? But why is everything so dark and cold. Where is heaven?Am I in hell now? Have I been such an awful guy? I thought hell was supposed to be dark and hot? There was someone in the dark. The devil? No. His arms were still on my shoulders. They felt really strong and cold. I tried to shake his hands off, while I was sitting up. But he didn't care about my deep antipathy and prevented me from sitting up. Like wtf? I had to controle my feeling but this wouldn't change that a creepy stranger was touching me. So I looked up to him, confused. Damn it. How was he able to see my well preperet facial gestures in the dark. He couldn't. I couldn't see his face, either. As I raised my eyebrows, the pain on my temple started to sting again. My hand automatically went to my temple. There was somethig sticky and fluid. Shit. I screwed up my face. I bursted out:" Oh my holy water is this blood?" My voice cracked on the very end. It was blood. I was not able to breath, the panic spreaded through my whole body. I reviewed all the crazy happenings 30 min. But this action made me more panicking then I already was. I looked around me. It's all dark. Where did this strange person went?