What did I do? Why would I do something so stupid? He thought as he ran down the street. His baggy pants were holding him back from running as fast as he could and he became too hot inside of his heavy black north face coat. He tried to concentrate on not tripping over his old broken down Jordan sneakers and falling on his face so he wouldn’t get caught. He could hear her raspy voice screaming in the distance, yelling at him to come but it was too late now and he couldn’t turn back.
Once he saw a building with people opening the door, he stormed in the door and ran up to the roof of the building. He didn’t hear anyone coming after him so he just sat down on the floor and stared at the ground. How could he do something like that to an innocent women who had nothing to do with the situation. It was a clear reason why he knew he had to do it. He hadn’t eaten in days and it seemed like he needed the drugs more then food. This was the wrong thing to do and never in a million years would he have thought he would do anything so awfull. He sat there and observed the wallet. It was pink, big and rectangular . He opened it to see 3 credit cards, a $200.
“Why are you starring at that wallet?“ a voice came from behind him. Steven looked around to see a little boy around 10 years old starring at him.
“ Umm, no reason…I was just admiring it. Where is your mother and why are you up here?” he lied and questioned the kids to take the attention off of himself and because he wouldn’t want to tell the little boy what he did.
“ My mother went to the supermarket and I was bored so I came up here to play until my mother came home. I like your wallet though, it looks familiar,” the little boy said.
“Oh really kid. Well have to go. Have fun playing and stay out of trouble,” he said looking at the ground reflecting on the action he just did and patted the kid on the head.
“Wait!” the kid yelled, “ What’s your name? I want you to be my friend. You seem really nice,” the little boys said smiling and excited.
At the same moment he heard a lady screaming from inside the building, “John, get downstairs right now!” she said yelling. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn’t remember where he heard it from.
“No. You don’t want to be my friend, go downstairs to your mother,” he said quickly running down the steps hoping not to bump into the woman. As ran down the steps it all started to come together. The lady that he stole the wallet from was carrying grocery bags and the voice that was calling for John was aggravated and mean just like the voice yelling after him on the street. When he realized how the pieced seemed to come together he ran even faster out the building and down the street. As he ran he seen something coming up soon and he thought he knew what it was but he wasn’t sure. Once he got to the front of the door he read the sign at the top, “7th Precinct” it said. He turned left into the building.
“Hi, I would like to return a stolen wallet,” he said quietly.
