So there I was lying on my bed, and my name is Billy Bob Joe the III and I am a convicted criminal. All I was thinking is that the cops will never find but then…. The cops broke down my door and their guns aimed and ready to fire then they point it at my head. I run and jump through the window without a thought in my mind I fall and I hear a crack in both my wrists and I scream in pain. Blood dripping down the side of my face glass shards in my arm then I hear gun shots and the bullets pierce the ground and then one of the bullets hits me in the shoulder and I start to crawl for a moment it was silent then the gun was at the back of my head and I hear a bang and all I see is black for miles and miles of only black.
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