Writing Prompts

Writing Prompt 6

"Last time I danced with death I stepped on his toes."

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Sitting at the coffee shop like an ordinary person. 12 o'clock. Lunch break.

This is where I used to sit with my favourite little brother when I worked here. He used to sit across the table working on his colouring or is homework while I'd serve customers. Those were the good times.

It was little over a year ago I think when he went off to his grandpaents right after my little accident i'd had. I had decided to dance with death, and just happened to step on his toes one to many times. Call it a run- in with the law around here.

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Car tires screechingand engines reeving. Me panting. Trying to get away. Get away as fast as I could. They weren't far away and i'd be in a whole lot more trouble if they identifies me with who they were looking for, which wouldn't really be that hard conidering I knew one of them pretty well... hes the one that got me into this whole mess.

Branch! Ducked. Trash can! Surved. I wondered if they'd of believed me if I said I was out on a run?

I knew I was close to a safe haven but I couldn't exactly remeber where in my drugged state. I'm surprised I could put one foot in front of the other at this point. Drugged and running free on a friday night, quite different from every other friday night i'd had so far which involved sitting up and enjoying a good night of netflix. This was different.

I remeber that was it untill all went black.

Waking up to the exact conditions I was running away from was not ideal. Food was shoved in front of me that I knew hd been drugged. You had to eat and drink sooner or later, and when you did you couldn't remeber much untill you woke up and the drug had worn off a little to at least make out where you were.

"Shes awake. Shhhh!"

Shirt and jeans ripped from my little breakout were hanging off me. A light was peniltrating my vision as I sat up and looked around.

"Number 32961. You have been rehabilitated in your facility." said a all to familiar voice.

"Jake."

*Static*

"Get me out of here!"

"Aww, honey it looks like someone danced with death and stepped on his toes. Next time, I assure you you won't wake up."

Getting the point, I gave up and focused on my surroundings when I noiced...

TO BE CONTINUED...