Tears blinded my view. The autumn air howled causing a few strands of my hair to cover my face. The pain in my blood covered knee was unignorable now. I felt the tears flow down my cheek. I could hear a whistle from the police man following me. A few money notes fell from my tortilla coloured bag but I didn't care. I just wanted to rest my swollen ankle and my blood stained knee. My legs felt like a plate of jelly and my breathes were abbreviated. I slid into a dark alley way making sure that the money notes didn't leave a trail. I was feeling light-headed when my cheek hit the frigid marble floor. The last ting that I could remember was someone dressed in black picking me up and running holding me bridal style. Nothing mature/bad, except kissing and blood!
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