On the Run (A Tré Melvin Love Story)

I kept rocking back and forth, and all over the place . And I heard sirens, but very faint sirens .

I had a pain in my chest—the pain was like no other, it was worse than any cut, scrape, or paper cut you could ever had . I felt a soft hand on my chest pushing on it. Blood was filled in my mouth—I couldn't breathe and began to panic .

I heard voices . One sound weary and destraught . Another was talking fast and unorganized . Where the hell am I ?

I tried to sit up and look around, but the soft hand wouldn't let me .

My visions was a little blurry and I could only make out faint objects—a closed door, window, red hair ? Wait, red hair ? That's my baby, Paris ! I looked up at her and saw her crying . I asked her why she was crying . I guess she didn't hear me cause she just kept crying .

What in the hell happened ? Why is Paris crying and why am I bleeding ? All I remember is... Paris and I were robbing some bank and my baby, Paris, and I had just finished putting all the money in the bags and we were about to get in the car, then everything went black . Now, I'm in a car.... only explanation is, like always, we were On the Run .