Two Tales Of One Man

The Beggining

I’m running through the deserted hood land with blood on my t-shirt. I don’t know how it got there and there’s blood smeared all over my face. My clothes are soaked and I’m shivering uncontrollably. Breathing hard, I snag a sneaker on a log and curse under my breath. My house is in sight but sirens are blaring and I imagine cops chasing me. What use will going home be? It’ll be easier to catch me and there is no point giving myself up. So I change direction. I veer into the thickly spread trees and run for all im worth. This can’t be happening to me.