As+Good+as+Dead,+William+O

The same commotion on the streets, police sirens could be heard from even the darkest alleyways. There was no way I was going to miss out on all the fun. It seemed like the right time to get all the police speeding through the city. My best friend, Jeff and I got into his Maserati and started driving around and then the next thing I remember was the police handcuffing me and placing me in the back of their cruiser.

I felt a little claustrophobic, sitting there by myself with my best friend in critical condition, still in the car. Probably dead. My heart was hammering and I was thirsty and my throat hurt badly. I needed water. I needed air. I hadn’t remembered eating real food for hours.

“Please you don’t understand,” I pleaded. "I don't remember what happened."

“Like we haven’t heard that a thousand times,” the officer scoffed at me. When he locked the door, he slammed it shut as hard as he could.

My wrist was probably broken. My handcuffs dug tightly into my skin and my head hit the door hard as we swerved into the police station. A really thin cop sat me down and handcuffed me to the chair after we walked in. There were red circles around my wrists and I could feel the burn. My fingers were bruised pretty badly and I was sure I broke a limb right after our Maserati crashed.

I had no weapons with me. I recalled jumping a few red lights and completely shattering the gas pump from a gas station. I remembered the cops yelling at me through the megaphone to pull my damn car over. Instead of being patient and letting me slam down on the brakes, they shoot the wheels. //Who does that?// Then my car started spinning and it hit someone. //What did I do? Nothing//. Why c//ouldn’t that person have run out of the way?//

I sat at the station. //When were they going to take me to court?// I couldn’t process what had just happened. I couldn’t even call my lawyer but I was hoping he had been informed already.

“Get into the car, we’re taking you to court.” This time, it was the fat cop.

I told the judge how we left our Maserati in the underground parking lot, while we robbed a few people and Jeff flirted with some of the girls. Then we made our getaway to the gas station. The cops showed up and then all this unfolded. I searched the courtroom, looking for some way to escape but there was no way would be getting out alive if I made a run for it.

“Come on, I’ve already told you, you guys were the one who shot my wheels. You killed my best friend and you could have killed me too." Just then Jeff appeared, with a knife in his hand. Jeff had been faking his injuries the whole time, in case I needed him.

“FREEZE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!” the cops yelled at Jeff but before the fat guy could utter another disgusting word, Jeff had already stunned him with a huge blow to his head. //Maybe we we were going to actually escape//.

The skinny cop stood next to her friend and soon both fired at Jeff. He dodged one bullet, but the other caught his shoulder. He hurtled forward in pain, clutching his wound and tossing the knife at the cops.

“I SAID FREEZE! NOW! ON THE GROUND!” the skinny one yelled as last as loud as she could. Jeff’s knife had sunk into her arm but she pulled it out, knocking her gun to on the floor.

The other cop had her gun pointing at me and I lay on the on the floor with my hands over my head.

And that's when I knew we weren't going to make it.