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Protests to riots

I stand in front of the of the people. My people. My sign held high. "Black lives matter" it reads. The police began taking big steps towards us. Pushing their protective shields to make us back up. However I stand my ground. I bring the microphone to my lips. "I can't breathe" I yell the crowd Chants it back. "I can't breathe". The pain in our voices with each and every breathe we take we all look at the officers with hatred. "MOVE" their voices loud and clear almost like their asserting dominance. I look behind me I see people who aren't afraid to lose their lives today. I'm one of them. The officer begin throwing tear gas making us scatter. I drop clutching my knees. The tear gas is intoxicating. I cough struggling to maintain a normal breathing pace.

Just then an officer spots me and strides towards me. He grabs my by my backpack dragging me. I resist as much as I can but I just get piled on by more and more officers when. I feel the weight on my back being released. I look up and see the officers eye masks (I think that's what their called) covered in paint. They let me go trying to wipe it off to see again. I'm then quickly pulled to my feet and dragged to a nearby alley. I look up and see a man. Hooded and in a guy fawkes mask. He tilts his head. "You alright?" His deep raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine. I nod. I'm at loss for words. He offers me his hand. "We need to get you outta here princess, they know you organised this riot and they wanna get you" he says picking up the pace. "Who are you" I ask he turns back and lifts the mask ever so slightly. Just so I can see his lips. Their full and round a beautiful crimson colour. I find myself almost in a trace by them alone. "I'm anonymous".