ALICE
I never know what happened after. I woke up and they told me one week has passed.
I’m back in my own room. Luke stop me when I sat bolt upright. Hushing me to lie back down. They said I have an ugly cut on my forehead. And the bondage only did its job to treat the wound.
Rat-faced did not stop nagging at me. He said I was reckless, risking myself in danger. He said I was stubborn. What’s the use of going in there when I can’t do anything to help? Me being in there did nothing good. I only became a burden. To white iced. To the police and to their operation. If white iced had not been there what could have happened? I could have died, getting caught up in a gunfight.
I hung my head down. I can’t retort. I can’t reason out. Every word he said was right. I was stupid to go after them.
The taxi driver white iced bang in the wheels served as a warning. For me. And I did not take heed. Now, look what happened.