Alone
I walked out of the convenience store with my hands in my black Judas Priest hoodie, feeling the various chocolate bars that I had just taken. I turned on my CD player, which seemed to fit perfectly in my ragged jeans, and started listening to "Wasted Years" by Iron Maiden. I put my hood back on and put my hand back in my hoodie.
Music seems to be my best friend these days, it's always there for me when I need it, a distraction from the world that surrounds me, that seems to consume me. Music always seems to have the right words to all of my problems, there is always lyrics from some song that would fit perfectly in any situation. Rock really just seems to speak to me most of all, something to do with their lyrics, their voices, the guitar, bass, drums, a combination of everything but rock is the music for me. I listen to other stuff of course but 95% of what I listen to is just good old fashioned rock N' roll.
I'm walking away from the store when someone puts their hand on my shoulder, I turn around and it's a fucking cop! I think about bolting but he has a strong grasp on my shoulder so I decide to talk myself out of this one. I take the headphones out of my ears and hold them in my hands as I talk to him.
"Hello Officer, is there anything I can help you with?" I asked.
"You can show me what you have in your hoodie young man."
"I believe you need a warrant to search me, officer."
"Not if I have reason to believe you have been stealing from that store, now empty out your hoodie."
At this point I realized I was screwed, if I didn't do something fast he was going to see all the candy bars I took and arrest me for shoplifting, so I ran. I pushed him as hard as I could, did a 180 and just started running. I just ran, I ran as hard and as fast as I could, never looking back. I ran a few blocks into a back lane. I looked behind me and the cop was actually giving chase, why the fuck would this fucking pig give chase to me? Why does this shit always happen to me, I swear to God every single fucking cop in this town has it in for me! I bolted down the back lane as fast as my feet can fly. I dashed up around the bend and then down around the corner.
I was quickly growing short of breath and I knew that if I didn't lose that stinking cop soon I might not make it away. I ran towards a house and jumped over the small wooden fence, and fall right on my face. I quickly jump to my feet and run towards the front gate. I get to the front gate to find out that it's locked, and it's a seven foot high fence. I look around and see a great big oak tree that is right by the fence, perfect I think. I run towards the tree and start to climb. I get about halfway up when I feel someone grab my foot. I look down to see that same fucking cop. I wonder to myself what kind of cop takes the time out of his day to chase down a shoplifter, I mean I ran all over the place, and he still came after me. What the kind of fucking person is this?
He pulls me back down to the ground and pushes me to the ground, hard."Police brutality man! You're fucking hurting me! What the hell? You cops can't treat me like this!" he finishes handcuffing me while I resist as much as I can.
"Either stay still or I will beat you into submission got that? Now you have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to..."
"I waive my Miranda rights! I fucking waive them okay!?!"
"Okay if that's what you want, but I think you are a fucking retard for doing that."
He took me back to his squad car and threw me in the backseat. All of a sudden a man comes running down the street followed by an woman in her mid-30's.
"STOP! STOP!" OFFICER HE'S GOT MY PURSE! STOP HIM!" my God she was screeching so loudly I was instantly comparing her voice to a fork being scraped slowly across a chalk board. The officer slammed the door and took off, but I was quick enough to get my foot in the way. Ignoring the severe pain I was feeling in my leg, I let the cop get far enough away and then I jumped out of the car. I moved my hands, still handcuffed, from behind me back to their proper position, I then raced down the street. I kept running making as many turns as I possibly could until I couldn't run anymore.
I was in a back alleyway somewhere in city, I had my back to the dumpster, and the bars were still in my hoodie pouch. I couldn't figure out how to get the handcuffs off or at least break 'em so I could move freely, but I was able to get my smokes out of my case and light one up. Smoking was a little awkward, but I quickly got used to it. I then ate all the chocolate bars I had stolen earlier, I was getting hungry and they were the only thing I had to eat. After my smoke I started to think about how to get the cuffs off.
I started to look around for something to break the cuffs on and then I saw a water pipe going from the second story of the building into the ground. I started to hit the cuffs against the pipe smashing it as hard as I could. A few times I missed and my fists went sailing into the metal pipe, but I just kept going. Eventually I heard the sound of a ricochet as a part of one of the links went flying across the alley. I pulled my hands apart for the first time in hours, I was tired and sore, but I was free. I headed out of the alley in search of a place to rest.
I wrote this a long time ago, I was planning on making it into some kind of series, however I never got around to it and now that I read it I'm not too fond of the idea anymore.
