I look up at the midnight moon. It shines brightly through the glass roof.
I quickly stuff some plastic sacks into my bag. This will be enough, I tell myself. I just have to be quick, they know that I am here.
I start running towards the exit. As I run out into the open air, I feel droplets fall onto me. The sky’s tears. I run up some stairs, onto a
balcony next to a house. I fling my bag onto the roof and climb up after it.
Then I hear the sirens. This is bad, real bad.
“Get off there!”
I look over at them and let a snarky grin grow on my face. “Never!” I laugh loudly.
My clothes feel damp; the rain is increasing.
I get ready to make a leap over to another roof. I run and jump. I land on the roof with a loud thump. Yelling starts coming from the room below me as I begin to get ready to jump to the next roof.
Got to be quick, any false moves and I will lose.
I jump to the next roof, a little further away than the last one. As I land I add a front roll to lessen the chance of breaking a bone… or
something like that. I got taught that move lives ago, but I have forgotten why to use it.
The next few roofs are close to one another, close neighbours. I run from roof to roof, but as I get to the last roof in this row, I stumble
and fall flat on the roof. I let out a short scream, followed by a dusty exhale. As I lay on the roof in pain for a bit, I hear the po-po
I try to get up, but just exclaim once more in pain. I can’t run, it hurts too much. I may have even broken my leg. But if I can’t run, the
police will get me, crap!
I exclaim some more curse words, but I know that won’t help me make up a plan.
I decide to just lay down flatly and try to hide it out.
I hear yelling from policemen and police sirens. They know I am close.
I try to keep my breathing temperate. They may not, no, can not find me.
Some habitants of the area come out of their houses to see what’s up with the ruckus. I kind of want to look over the slanted roof’s top to see the people yelling around.
I decide to let myself glance over for just a second. In that small moment I see an interesting scene. These police men are screaming at everyone, and there’s this little girl just… standing there, holding a teddybear plushie… But wait, she was looking at me.
I am back behind the roof, but I know she saw me. I mumble to myself.
“Please stay numb, just stay silent…”
I don’t hear her say anything. I am fine.
I breathe in as I know this could take a while. Luckily I am used to waiting.
Then I hear a ‘clank, clank’ from a metal staircase of nearby. They’re hard footsteps, coming closer to me.
“I am so fucked.” I silently exclaim to myself.
Then I realise that saying that was a mistake; I hear a loud thump and see a big man looking at me.
“Found her!” He yells loudly to his other men.
I wish I could move. I wish I could do something to prevent what’s going to happen now… then I realise that I indeed can...
The man looks at me and sees my alarmingly bended foot. “You thought you could run, didn’t you?” he crouches down to my level and grins in my face. I dislike his grin, he thinks he’s won, doesn’t he?
“You don’t know who you are messing with!” I yell out to him. He simply laughs in response. “Rose Jacklynn, known criminal for smuggling drugs and other wares. Notorious for your escaping.”
He thinks that’s all that there is to me? “Told you you didn’t know who you were messing with.”
He gets up to look over, seemingly to see if the other cops have come.
As some thumps can be heard nearby,I realise I should either escape now or never.
“Don’t you need me alive, cop?” The man turns back to me and squints his eyes “You’re not going-“
Before he could finish his sentence, I grab the gun in my pocket and point it at my head. “Let me go alive or turn me in dead.” I exclaim to him.
He seems unsure on what to do. A few men surround me now on the roof, seeing for themselves the happening.
One of the men dives in to grab my gun, but I dodge. I laugh loudly.
“You’re too cowardly to pull the trigger. You’re not gonna waste your life for this.” The man states with disbelief.
As I hit the trigger