Prisoners of War - Chapter 13

She was standing over me pushing my chest. My vision was blurry, but I could somehow make out her, she seemed to have a glow around her. She sat me up and waved her hand in front of me. It took me a few minutes to realize that she was holding a joint. Wait...it was part of a joint. My head fell back against the couch and the top of it hit my wall, …showed first 75 words of 2084 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2084 total…and reached over and picked it up. The cop now had a gun in his hand and held his arms up at me to shoot me, but I wasn't afraid. I jabbed the knife down at the cop, but got caught on something halfway. I pushed as hard as I could, but the room began to spin again, I saw the cop holding the gun at my face, and hearing a shot everything went black.