I often peer out of my window to see if he’s with one of the several gangs that suspiciously squat on street corners waiting to pounce on their unsuspecting prey, but to my relief he isn’t. Schools boring without him, I have no one to talk to at lunchtime. Things haven’t changed, the other kids still make fun of me, but it didn’t used to feel so bad, maybe that was because David was always there with me. The walk to and from school used to be a joyous promenade but is now a sustained secluded trek.
It was the last day of school and I strolled down the road contemplating what I would do during my holidays, with not a care in the world. When suddenly it all happened, just as I turned into Mill road, the safe shortcut to my house. I saw a truly distressing sight. A short stocky figure standing above, which looked to be the fragile figure of my elderly neighbough Mrs Barrie, her trademark red wig was left bloodstained in the middle of the road. Her skinny skeletal figure was left in a bloodstained mess on the road. The unidentified rouge was now on the run still holding his weapon, which was covered in blood. I was frozen to the spot, Numerous notions sped through my head like an unstoppable train, but I wasn’t going to let this assassin escape from my grasp. I had a strange sensation crawl round my body like an angry snake in the grass. I felt immense fear but I wasn’t scared and as the adrenaline pumped through my veins I initiated my pursuit.
I sped like a bullet behind the masked man still not knowing what I would do if I caught him. He had gained a sizeable lead with passers by just stopping and starring as I screamed, “stop him.” I continued my pursuit, my muscles were aching and my heart was pounding. I considered stopping but my anger gave me the extra power I needed. The criminal turned down Tuff Alley, famous for its drunks and drugies. I was sceptical weather to venture down there but I went anyway thinking to myself, “I can’t let him get away”. The small stocky figure of the man with blood stained clothes, clenching the murder weapon and the handbag stood and looked up and down the high fence that blocked our path. I had finally caught him, but I wasn’t relieved I was exhausted and red in the face unsure of what I would do next. I was both emotionally and physically drained.
The culprit slowly put down the weapon “sorry you have to see me like this.” He murmured almost trying to disguise his voice as he slowly crept round. My heart fell in my mouth as he gazed into my eyes; I was in a state of shock and horror. I felt sick and out of breath “David” is all I managed to say as he calmly climbed up the fence and ran without looking back. I went back to an empty home dizzy with thoughts and dazed in emotions. I pondered over what to do for over an hour; go against everything I had learnt on the streets or do what was right by the law? But I knew that there was only one way out, only one option “999, how can I help you”
