I was walking slowly with dense footsteps through the cool, wet concrete pavement. My mind was filled with an infinity of thoughts, like the millions of raindrops that so solemnly surrounded me. They were clear, easy to figure out, transparent. But my mind wasn't even close to being transparent, let alone translucent. I didn't know what to think.
   The raindrops were blurring my vision, cooling off the warm tears that were trying to stay hidden beneath my brown, saddened eyes. By now, I was completely soaked from head to toe. My dark hair had matted against my face like glue. My stone-washed jeans were tattered and soaked, leaving my legs freezing and wet. The raindrops had turned my once blue shirt into a splotchy navy-like color, the color that was beginning to match exactly how I was feeling. Depressed and nearly thoughtless. I guess this is how a fugitive on was supposed to feel.
   My pace began to speed up as a result of something I suddenly heard behind me: a car. Was it the police? I didn't want to find out. Thinking frantically but quickly, I threw my jacket's hood over my messy, damp head, hoping not to be noticed. I tried to act more casual as the car, possible doom, came closer toward me. With every sound of moving rubble and vibrant splash, my heart skipped a beat, nervousness rushed through my veins with a newfound fear that was eating through my confidence. What if it was the police? My hands were beginning to tremble inside my pockets. If it was them, what would I say?
   God.....it wasn't hard to admit at all. I was guilty, dammit, guilty! I wanted to scream it to the whole world and end up with no breath left in my lungs to spare. Then maybe I, too, would experience death like my brother that I so maliciously killed. And not by accident either. That was the part that gave me the most intense feeling of dreaded guilt. Why couldn't I just die already?! I didn't want to go to jail, running away seemed like the last resort I had left. Death didn't seem possible quite yet.
   Breath was taken in sharp inhales as the car came to a screeching halt in front of me. My eyes widened in pure horror, what to do?
   The car's tinted window opened and a dark haired woman stuck her head out into the rain. A boom of thunder exploded from the sky, followed by bright flashes of blinding lightning. Through the flashes, I realized that the woman was no one I knew at all. And better yet, she didn't have a cop uniform on, at least not that I could tell.
   "Can I help you with something ma'am?" I questioned her politely, trying to keep the look of guilt from appearing on my face. The less suspicion she had, the better off I was.
   "What?" She asked, stunned. "Honey, you need help! You're all alone in a bad storm like this! What in the world are you doing out here?!"
   I pursed my lips, waiting for an answer to come to my bland mind.
   "I-I was leaving a friend's house, and I guess I got l-lost." my delicate lying skill almost brought a smile to my face.
   "Do you need a ride or something? I'd be more than happy to help you, sweetie!" She looked genuinely concerned, so I was beginning to think I'd pulled it off.
  "Uhh, no thanks, I think I can carry on myself. Thank you though!" I began to start walking like nothing had ever happened.
   The car sped up again, and this time the woman stepped out of the car a few feet in front of me.
   "Oh, crap!!" I screamed, my voice uneven, the adrenaline was beginning to take over my body. She was a cop, just undercover!
   I took off in a dead sprint through the pouring rain, my breaths shaky and uncontrolled. Run! Those words echoed through my head rapidly.
   Quickly, I took a glance back. She was still coming after me, and coming up quick. I was at a complete disadvantage. being 5'2" at seventeen wasn't easy to cope with, especially for running. My legs were too short. The cop had at close to half a foot on me, which meant longer and faster strides for her. Another strike against me.
   Suddenly, I felt my legs thrash back quickly. My body was beginning to propel forward, I was going headfirst toward the ground. Before I knew it, I was laying on the ground with my head throbbing in great, vile pain. Through the corner of my eye, I could see ribbons of thick blood mixing in with the puddles of water, tinting them a dark red.
   "You're under arrest," I heard her say moments later. "For the murder of your brother, Jack Carin."
   I didn't say anything in my last moments of consciousness, my mind had become even more bitter and vacant.
   But there was one thing that filled the void eternally, the only thing I seemed to know was right at the moment. Silence. Sweet, golden silence.