Prisoners Of War Chapter 3

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I thought for a split second about running, but the two guns aimed directly at my heart killed that thought pretty fast."Get down!" One of them screamed. I held up my hands and was pushed down to my knees. One of them held the gun a few inches away from my face as the other picked up the large ziplock bag and the backpack.I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't, my mouth was dry my heart was racing and I was one step away from either pissing my pants of bursting out crying. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself somewhere else, maybe it was just a dream and I would wake up, but once I felt the cold steel handcuffs's being placed on me and the pain brought me back to reality, I realized that this was no dream. The officer began to read me my right's as the other took the bags and brought them back to the car.They led me into thier car and put the backpack on the seat next to me, I guess they had put the pot back inside. I tried to see what was in the pack but they had already closed it. I wondered why they were so quiet, from what I had heard they liked to question people, I guess that since they already had what they needed to arrest me they didn't need to ask me any questions.I kept telling myself to stay calm, that it would work out, I wasn't selling I was buying, though I guess it wouldn't make much difference in me getting in trouble...I could lose my scholarship...I could lose my job, my apartment I just moved into, my car, my life! I sighed and tried to breath deep and calmly.The two were talking to each other, as if I weren't even there. Laughing and joking around and I was back here in misery, I wanted to yell out and tell them I was in pain that they should acklowledge me, but I guess they just thought of me as another criminal.Pretty soon we arrived at the station and they took me in for fingerprints and photo's, then they placed me in a holding cell. There were a dozen other's here, and my anxiety rose greatly as soon as the door was closed and locked behind me. I had seen alot of tv and movies, holding cells filled with rapists and murderers, and people getting into fights here before even being sentanced to jail.I swallowed hard, I turned around to ask for a drink of water but the cop who led me here had already left. I sighed and looked around for a place to sit down. I sat down and my foot began to tap again without me telling it to as I quickly glanced around.The place didn't seem to be filled with scary people, a few people were smoking, I could see some tatoo's, and a few people sleeping, or passed out. My anxieties died down a little bit as I didn't see anyone carving out thier name's with knives, or burning things.I closed my eyes and again tried to imagine myself somewhere else, but by now I was feeling so hopeless that even the greatest memories and fantasies couldn't break the grasp of the situation I had gotten myself into."You look nervous." Someone said, as my heart jumped up my throat hearing it. It...

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