I Never Told What I Do For A Living 1
Ryan stood there stunned. His heart was beating rapidly more than anything he had ever felt before. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He felt his whole body go numb,and whatever he had in his right hand clattered to the floor. His knees buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor with a thud. He glanced at his arm and saw little red rubies quickly making their way down away from his cuts, and dropping on to the floor. He slightly raised his eyes and peeked at the pool of warm, sticky, crimson liquid on the floor less than 10 feet away. He couldn't stand to look at it for long because it was a reminder of what had happened less than ten minutes ago. Ryan had never felt more alone and wished he could erase the last few minutes, few months from his memory and history. Turning back time was impossible and it hurt him deeply.
He didn't care that his t-shirt was splattered in blood, and just curled into a fetal position on the floor and tried to choke bak tears. His hot tears stung his eyes as they poured out. He couldn't hold them in but he refused to cry. He wiped away his tears and let out a loud, long, painful blood-curdling scream instead. It didn't make a difference, he felt just as bad if not worse. He couldn't help but to replay the current events over and over again. Ryan shuddered and wanted it to stop. He took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind He needed to think clearly if he was going to the responsible thing.
Ryan took out his phone and dialed 9-1-1. As he waited he took deep breaths to calm his nerves.
"Hello, this is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?" asked a woman's voice through the receiver.
Ryan cleared his throat and took another deep breath. "Uh, I would like to report that a few people have been shot and are possibly dead," he said trying to be calm as voice wavered.
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Ryan now waited silently for the police to arrive. His body was still slumped on the floor unwilling to move. His eyes returned to the mess on the floor. All he could see was crimson and he shivered. It made him dizzy by just looking at it. The scent was strong and it made his head spin. He tried to slowly sit up but as soon as he did, he emptied the contents of his stomache on to the floor. HIs throat burned, but he just ignored it and wiped his mouth and continued to slowly get up. As soon as he had done so, Ryan noticed the flashing red and blue bright lights outside the window. There was a pounding on the door.
"This is the police! Open up!" demanded an officer.
Ryan forze on the spot anad started to panic. His hands began to shake and tremble.
"Okay then we're coming in!" yelled the same offiecer.
They busted down the door and the first thing they noticed was Ryan standing there frozen.
"Are you Ryan Ross?" one of the officers asked.
Ryan nodded his head slowly.
"Put your hands up in the air where we can see them and then slowly get down on your knees," shouted the same officer.
Ryan did as he was told. One of the officers then roughly shoved Ryan's arms behind his back and handcuffed him.
"You are under arrest for the charges of a possible three homocides. Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law."
It didn't matter if the officer said that or not. Ryan wasn't in the mood to say anything. He preferred silence anyway. They lifted him to his feet and pushed him towards the door. As soon as he had stepped out, Ryan heard someone say in disgust, "I can't believe that motherfucker would do something like this."
Ryan's head hung low. What had he done? How could he have let this happen? He knew that it had all seemed like such a good idea at the time, but he was so stupid. He never usually let his emotions get the best of him. As he contemplated, he was shoved roughly into the car. Ryan watched as the houses became smaller and smaller the farther they drove away. He had lost his freedom and just about everything, but all he could hope for was that everything was going to be okay. This however was clearly not a possible option. He soon discovered how truly annoying his handcuffs were. They were hard, cold, and hurt his small wrists. He deserved and knew it, but these handcuffs were the least of his problems as they got closer to the station.
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