1 Way Home

Weeping in dismay, the boy called Shane grabbed everything he could and shoved it into a small petite bag that was enough for him to muster. "I have to run! But I can't. I have too..." he mumbled to himself, as a blizzard of questions raced through his head. In a blur, the despondent boy sprinted out the door without a care in the world. With a sudden screech, an unsteady car almost stumbled to a halt, as the frantic boy hectically waved his hands in the air like a mad man.

Eventually, he stopped dead. Tap, tap, tap. His eyes flickered and a dominant figure appeared before his eyes and turned out to be three hideous gang members. Anxiously, he seeked for a peaceful sanctuary but in the gloomy alleyway everywhere was danger.

As thoughts were no hope, the boy called Shane momentarily realised that his death bed was awaiting him! "Oi you...Give me some cocaine!" the leader of the gang demanded. Perplexed, Shane looked around feeling deep sorrow for himself. Looking back up he saw one of the gang members lifting a gun up to him helpless self. "Gimme some money!" shouted the man with his eyes fixed upon the boy.

"I'll shoot you." he mumbled, so Shane could not hear. Crunch...He heard something beyond the river of lights. With fear he prudently turned his head to see a shadow of dripping blood.
Bang...