22 April 2012

I'm standing here, on a pitch black street. The rain is pouring on me like someone's throwing buckets of water on me. The only light is the two street lights flickering, and the moon peeping out among the clouds. My hoody is warm atleast, but my jeans are sticking to me.

I hear voices from an open window in a house, and a couple voices shouting my name “Ricky! Ricky! Run quick, here's the police!”

What have I done?

RicochetWhat Have I Done? • Opuss № I