I'm Sorry For Failing

I'm Sorry For Failing Part One

The cold barrel of the pistol being pushed against my skull chilled me along with the terrifying reality that just hit me. This was the end, not only of my life, but the poor people that put their lives in my hands. I wanted to scream, to tell them I was sorry, but I couldn't. I was frozen, stunned in fear, simply awaiting my death.

 I could hear the sound of my soon to be killer pushing their finger on the trigger, signalling that it was my time to die. When I die the last hour will be destroyed; it wasn't long before I heard the loud bang of the gun firing. Goodbye world, I'm sorry for failing.

                                                           4 hours earlier

I was walking down the street after a long day at the police station. The golden sun shone brightly showing off the beautiful blue of the sky. The smell of flowers were in the air but almost couldn't be smelled over the scent of fries from the street food carts. 

We were in the middle of summer and since we had a long, cold winter, it's a hot, dry summer. Everyone that was walking past me was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, everyone but me that is. I was wearing jeans and a hoodie; of course everyone thought I was crazy. I don't blame them; it was 25°c today. The streets were full of havoc, cars honking, people yelling, it stressed me. I picked up my pace, wanting to get to my favorite place as quick as possible. My long metallic black hair caught in the wind almost instantly, which felt gentle and calming, but something troubled me.

I could hear the click of shoes running and it didn't take me long to realize that those weren't my shoes. I started to run as fast as my legs could carry me. I was probably over reacting but four people went missing today, normally I would have thought they were simply runaways, but they were all late teen and early adults. 

The footsteps behind me got faster and I started to panic. Whoever this was is after me and I was horrified. I passed so many people and it felt like I had been running forever. My legs were burning and my adrenaline was running out but the person behind me wasn't slowing down. I finally hit the edge of the park and I knew I wasn't going to get away. 

I kept pushing myself to keep going, to at least make it to my spot but my legs were weak and I was about to fall. 

The beautiful scenery was destroyed by my horror, I was going to get kidnapped or murdered. I was so close to my spot, I could see the sparkle of the clear blue water and hear the wind shaking the new bright green leaves. I could feel the hot tears burning my eyes, threatening to fall. My legs started to shake and I fell to my knees, crying in defeat. 

I put my face in my hands trying to hide the tears. I could hear the shuffling of the anonymous person over my own sobs, but after a minute everything went silent. No birds, no wind, just dead air. I opened my eyes only to get a pain in my arm; I looked over to see an empty needle lying on the ground. 

I got a massive wave of fatigue and started to get black dots clouding my vision. I felt so weak but fought back against the darkness, though I kept getting weaker and I knew I couldn't fight this drug. I gave in, letting myself fall into the dusk. I felt nothing, no pain, no sadness; I just fell into a dreamless sleep.

As I opened my eyes the pain in the back of my head, from the drug, hit me, making me dizzy. It was almost pitch black with only a small stream of light illuminating the room. When I took my first breath I almost choked on the stench of alcohol and blood mixing together with the thickness in the air; I crinkled my nose at the horrid smell and carefully pushed myself off the ground.

Once I was on my feet I felt light headed and nauseous, but forced myself to stay upright. The first thing that came to my foggy mind was that I needed to escape, and fast. I desperately flung my head around, looking for any possible way out, a door, a window, anything that could give me the slightest hope of escape. This provoked another shooting pain; one was much too painful for my small body to handle.