Life On The Murder Scene

"Im Frank Iero...17 years old, and no i'm not going to fess up to shooting them that night. What was i supposed to do when i was trapped down that alleyway with their gun sitting and loaded in my hands. I guess you could call me vain for thinking of myself that night instead of sacrificing myself for those hooded jocks. Now, im trapped here in Bellevile prison with a life sentence, and cell that looks like a bomb site. The only good thing is the patrol officer we have on our corridor, and that has been monitoring me for the past hour. I've heard his name is Gerard, and he works here where it's 'Life On The Murder Scene.'
I've heard from the other officers that my file reports are near finished, which suprises me that they can work that fast with the fact that they couldn't do shit to calm me down last night. So now i can spend some more days listening to them talk obliviously in front of me about my case and how im a physciotic murderer.
*Flashback*
My feet were close to giving way after a long shift at the record store. They made me work six hours today for less than i could earn working at a supermarket for two months. I think they just didn't give a shit about how much they were earning, and thought it was about time they got shut down. It wouldn't affect me too much seeing as this was my first job, and not a biggy if i got fired.
I was always close to the sack though. Like the time where a woman came in to complain about a scratched cd and i nearly decapitated her with it by using it as a frisbee on her neck. And the day where i came into work sober and ended up handing out free cash to the customers. Still, my boss would let me off as always and go off to drinking his troubles away in the staff room.
Now it felt i owned the place, and almost my whole life as if it were a life line. I'd come home to a messy flat, and with a new satchet of coffee granules to use on my machine. Every day was the same routine. Eat. Work. Eat. Sleep. No interesting things ever occured at home, my work or the whole neighbourhood, or had at least for a few years now. It seemed as if a wave of depression had struck over the whole town.
I picked up my feet a bit more now to walk faster back to my flat. The wind was like a hurricane as i pushed through it, and kept my head down as my hood covered my mop of short greasy black hair. Right now, i just wanted to curl up into a ball and hope a miracle would strike.
"Oi mate, get back on the wall!" My head whipped round to see a group of hooded gansters frowing at me. One held a gun which was shaking towards my direction as the mysterious figure held it. My heart was beating on adrenaline, and as if i couldn't get any colder i did.
"Whoa whoa! W-what d-do you want?" I shivered, and put my hands up slowly, my eyes burning into the mans' face.
"I said GET YOUR BACK AGAINST THE WALL!" He yelled this time, and i wasn't hesitant to push my back up against the cold concrete whilst he walked nearer towards me. Why was i always the one to get unlucky? All around my area was thugs and murderers, and just general weirdos. I've heard of many deaths occuring every year, especially here around in the park. What if i were to die tonight? Oh shit...
"My back's against the wall buddy." I tried not to stutter as the dripping of water trickled down my nose from the broken drainpipe above, and turned my words into hisses.
"Now. I want you to hand over any possessions you have, otherwise i'll shoot." The men behind him were nearer to me now, and with their heads raised, i could see the deadly glares they shot at me.
"I d-don't h-have a-anything..." It was true. I was recieving my pay check tomorrow, and only had empty chocolate wrappers stuffed in my pockets. The scariest thing now was if he didn't believe me.
"Your a good liar mate. Tell you what? If you do that again, i'll shoot for good." He pressed the front of the gun right into the pale veins on my neck and let the cold metal leave an imprint there before he moved back again. I winced from his movements, and felt my nails scratch the wall slightly. What an idiot. Why couldn't i just run now, but then again...i would be shot.
"Listen i swear that i have nothing."
"LIAR!" He shot at the wall beside me, letting the sound echo through my bones. This was a real threat, and the guy wasn't kidding when he said i was gonna die. There was only a few things i could do now, and to be honest none of them were sensible, but i've never tended to go the sensible way.
I let my legs take me forward, and in a swift movement my right leg swung around and tripped him. My idea was working as i watched him fall to the ground, and the other men go to attack me. Now i had to grab the gun.
Withought thinking, i took the up the weapon in my freezing hands and pulled back the trigger. Before i shot, i let my eyes scan the few that stood there with their eyes squinted, and their hands covering their faces. What idiots thinking that a gun with such bullets wouldn't go through their hand and kill them completely!
I'd never made any sensible choices in my life including this one. It was always the case of trying things out and just hoping the aftermath would be decent to handle. This time i wasn't sure everything would be okay, but then again, what was there to go back to if nothing came of this. Surely i wouldn't get away with such a crime.
With those last thoughts in my mind, my fingers slid back of the trigger as i released a harpoon of bullets through the air. I shot wildly in all directions, my eyes near to being shut the whole time. My screams couldn't be heard over the sound of deafening bullets, and my hands couldn't be felt when i dropped the gun to the floor.
"What. The. Fuck...." The words slipped out of my mouth, as i stared at the bodies laying there. All four of them looked like little mistreated ragdolls in pretty little business coats, and puppet like faces. They were all dead of course, and the cause would be me.
My hands slipped up to clench at the sides of my face as i let my nails rake down my tear stained cheeks. Well done Gerard, you win a gold medal for being able to assassinate four men at once out of guilt of yourself. I did it for no reason other than the fact that I didn't want to die, and would rather not sacrifice myself. Wouldn't anyone else?...
Now i could predict the police would come down and chuck me in that hell hole they call a prison. I've seen it from the outside, and to me it looks like the perfect idea of a battle ground.
"Put your hands up, and move slowly towards the vehicle sir!" I watched as the predicted police car parked up diagonally on the kerb, and three police figures rushed out. One was a female with bright orange hair, and a small figure. The two others were both male with brown hair, and lean tall figures. They all were leaning forward, and keeping a straight pose whilst holding their guns.
There wasn't nothing i could do now or say. I couldn't exactly run, or tell them that i didn't murder these men when i did....but it wasn't my fault. My hands rose up and i let my feet take me towards the flashing lights of the car. As soon as i got an inch away from the cars open door, they gripped my wrists and pulled them together to seal them with handcuffs.
I didn't move the whole time, and even though i kept my mouth shut, they still used force on me when putting me in the car and doing up my seat belt.
"I-i d-d-didn't mean to! You need to understand!" I pleaded with them when the engine revved up, and we started driving forward. My wrists ached from holding the gun, and now from the tight seal of the handcuffs on the bones of my wrists. My words didn't come out like yells. Just like high pitched whispers, that became useless.
"I don't want to hear it. You can tell the chief when were there!" The red head was quick to reply, and one of the men in a fury to get there quicker by pushing further onto the ignition.
"Hello, Williams here." The girl answered into a earpiece as it beeped suddenly. She seemed very engaged in it. "Yes sir, I'm with York and Davis here taking back a guilty client here. He seemed to have shot four men....yes. Okay thankyou." With that, she let here fingers slide from her ear and back into her lap.
It didn't take us long to turn up at the entrance of the prison, and drive through it withought having to talk through any speaker. There was no decision either that i was to go to a police station to get my side out first. They had judged the scene they turned up to as it was, and had immediately decided that it was best if i was caged as soon as possible.
I pulled my hood down, and ran my hands through the black of my hair as we got indoors. The corridors stunk of rancid meat, and clusters of sweaty bodies mingled into one. I would of clenched my nose if it wasn't for the cuffs i was sporting.
We went through stairs by stairs, and corridor by corridor until we reached the cell i was to be put in. There was no talk the whole way there, and instead i let the words out when i was chucked inside the cell. A shudder ran through my body when i was shoved into the damp dark room, with the door as a row of bars setting me apart from where the sane people walked.
"You people say were the fault of society, but your like fucking animals with the way you shove people into cells like that" The cops just sniggered at my angry comment, and proceeded to lock the doors to my cell.
"Lights out now sugar, your gonna want a hard long rest to give an excuse to the chief tomorrow." The lights flickered down, and i screamed once again with my throat sore and dry.
"Oh, go fuck yourself!" I yelled as i heard the faint sound of her heels clicking on the laminate flooring. I didn't get no reply, and just a gust of wind blew in my face from the slightly open window. The girl could be heard walking further and further away, until there was silence. Silence..
And then, i didn't even bother to yell anymore. I crawled up to the creased sheets of my bed, and curled around them. And then i let my eyes shut, and the realisation of what happened to fade away.

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