"SPLIT COPS!!!!" Came a familiar voice from behind. At that we were in motion. I ran through the darkness in whichever direction my legs would take me, without knowing the fate of the others. Rain shot down from the sky into my face, stinging my eyes, hindering my sight, but my feet still new where I was going.
Sirens echoed behind me, so I ducked down an alley. Onwards I fled, through the jungle of nettles -I could hardly feel the stings at my legs. Muffled voices came from a turn off ahead, so I dodged to my left where a fence met drenched body and cut face. Quickly I placed my foot onto a fallen branch, scrambled up the wooden fence and with great force swung my legs over it. A short thud on was heard on the wet ground when I landed, but I didn't wait to here if they'd heard me. On I charged.
I was more than tired by now. I'd come to a row of shops where I kept dodging into there entrances to catch breath and make sure all was clear. When my lungs no longer felt as though knives were stabbing at them and my legs felt attached to me again I sprinted on. Across the street I fled.
Traffic roared as I wove among cars, attempting to escape, find a hide out. Suddenly a white beam of light illuminated on me. I was dead for sure. I held my hands out in its direction and shut my eyes, tight. I hardly notice my half step backwards as the car screeched at me.
I was still here. My hands were on top of the cars bonit. For a brief second I looked up from under my dripping blond and brown fringe. The sight in front of me sunk my heart in my chest. Red and blue flickered across my face and i was being defined by an earsplitting noise. I'd run into a cop car. There was no time for my heart to return to its normal state. Off I went through the storm, to keep going was my only option so I let my feet carry me onwards. The footsteps behind me grew loader.
Then, something grabbed my right arm and I was swung around by the shear force. Flapping my arm furiously, I attempted to struggle free but I knew shortly that it was no use. My left arm was then grabbed also and both were pinned behind my back. I was lowered to the ground and my face was flattened against the hard concrete. A cold trickle of blood ran down the side of my face as the weight of a policeman crushed into my back.
What had I done? Well what hadn't I done would have been a better question.
I'm Casey. Just 2 years before that night, when I was just 14, my mother had died. With my father off in Bangladesh with his second wife I was supposed to go into care. Not wanting to be stuck in that dump I took to the streets. Drink, drugs and theft were just an everyday occurrence. As the addictions grew stronger me and the gang began pulling bigger stunts. It was inevitable that soon enough the police would catch up with us eventually, but that didn't make it any better when it happened.
When a policeman is pressing your face into the ground, there is blood running down your face and your spending the next few nights (at least) in a cell, you can't help but think about what comes next and where things went wrong. Will you ever get out of here? Will you ever fall in love? will you ever have a family? All those thoughts were flowing through your mind you come to one conclusion. If you could do all it all over what's the one thing you'd change to fix everything else?
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