I Almost Got Away With It ~ Mindless Behavior

Girls Talkin Bout

Squished in between my McDonald's bag and some dental hygiene products, I held my breath and tried to stay as quiet and still as possible. Instead of flashes of blood, bodies and other gory scenes of the sort, all I could picture was a jail cell and a hefty woman missing two teeth trying to put her sexy face on.

I grimaced and shivered at the thought, but that made me remain even more still than before. The McDonald's bag was getting cold, thus the smell was becoming strong and I instantly loathed myself for stopping to get food.

I suddenly heard loud voices and heavy footsteps storm onto the bus. I clenched my jaw as I struggled to hold in my frightened gasp. The voices suddenly came closer and closer. The beat of their footsteps matched the sound of my heart beat, except my heart beat was much louder. I took a deep breath and then the bathroom door opened.

My adrenaline started pumping and I was becoming nauseous from the anticipation. I could feel myself suddenly find extra pee in my bladder and chew on my bottom lip nervously almost breaking the skin.

I said a little prayer in my head and then squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel the people approaching the cabinet causing me to pray harder for them to not open it.

"I told you sir, there's no criminal hiding in here" the voice said. The voice carried and was deep. It was definitely a male. It reminded me of those teachers that talked loud for no reason and would leave you with a headache.

I could imagine him being dark and muscular. With a female attracting swag. I could also imagine him being cocky beyone imagination, what I was thinking of him probably wouldn't compare to the real thing.

"I understand that, but we have to check all the cars. This suspect is armed and dangerous" another voice said. That voice wasn't as deep, but had a distinctive southern accent. Indicating that it was a cop. That made me tense up more. I swallowed my saliva and took a slow, quiet breath.

I could hear the shower curtain move and the squeaking of the officer's shoes against the tile. I heard him sigh in disappointment and then retreat to the door.

"That's all the rooms that we have, sir" the first voice replied.

"Okay then that'll be all" the second voice responded. "If you see or hear ANYTHING. Let us know"

The two voices exited the bathroom, slamming the door behind them. I exhaled as slow as possible and then adjusted myself in the cabinet. That's the biggest relief ever

I began to move things over so that I could some how stretch my legs out. Then it hit me. How the hell do I expect myself to sit in this thing until these people realize I'm in here?! How the hell am I getting out of here without them realizing?! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid

I mentally kicked myself in the ass and then cursed under my breath. If they were guys they were sure to turn me in... Or try something with me.

Suddenly, the bus began to move and I braced myself before I was tossed around in the cabinet. I reached into the McDonald's bag and made an attempt to eat the almost cold fries. Every crinkle of the wrapper sounded louder than thunder and lightening in a storm.

I layed my head against the back of the cabinet and shut my eyes as I shoved a few fries into my mouth. I was already hating this life. This life of running and hiding from the law was nothing I ever wanted or could imagine happening to me. It was too much to worry about. Every second of my life of constant worry about the cops and sorrow about all the people I had killed.

I hated myself. I hated everything that I had done. I hated life. I could feel the depression creeping among me as I tried to think up a valuable and feasible plan to escape this bus in silence and without any trace of me.