Cruzing around in a jeep grand Cherokee we, my friends and I, were driving around and hanging out. It smelled like pot and cigarettes. Nothing made sense. 12:00 pm driving around in Layton somewhere vision blurry, feeling numb. Duffle bags, gloves, masks, these are some of my “tools”. We all needed a cigarette and 50 feet away awaited a whole store with a broken window and no cameras. I swung a power kick and the window shattered into a million pieces and right then I knew I was not going to get very far before I got caught. My hands were quick as lightning, my reflexes even faster.
After my deed was done my legs were moving so fast I didn’t even understand my motive or why I did what I did. My deed was a loaded gun that I pointed at myself and pulled the trigger. The bullet was the burglary my blood was my emotions that are now all over the walls. I was dead, but living at the same time I was completely devoid of emotion and full of guilt I knew that eventually I would break and not be able to take any more. Next came the run and I was already on it I finally made It all the way back to the jeep and I felt safe for the moment.
Wade
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For this piece I fet as though i was right there ith you as you were doing everything that you said. I love how you related your blood to your emotions and how you "blew them away" with a gun. This piece really caught my attention and kept me reading through the whole thing. This was very good, well done!
this very good great job on this interduction.
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