Wild Life (extended)

I woke at down and inmediately saw the gun in her hand. She was sweating so much that even her hair was wet. I thought that my pathetic life was ending and I started to cry like a sassy and I prayed for it. I told her I had ten children and three wives. She shouted at me "three ? " and then she laughed. I noticed I knew her. I realised that I had a big problem at that moment, because I had recognised her. But for a moment I would preferred not to live in that country, because she was my first girlfriend Helen.

Helen had blond hair, a pair of beautiful eyes, a snub nose, two small ears and a normal mouth with a splendid smile. She was not very thin but was very atractive. I started to go out with her when I was only sixteen years old and our relationship lasted about six years more. I left her when I discovered that she was pregnant by another person whom I can not remember his name.

I asked her about a deal. If she gave me freedom I would give her some carpets as a present. She laughed strongly. Then she gave me a stare and jumped out of the window and came back inmediately. She had an arsenal in the tree house !. She took a flamethrower...Why had she chosen that weapon so destructive?

She wanted to reduce me to anything very quickly shooting twice. That place where we were, started to burn. The fire was increasing minut after minut. She shot the weapon again and I could dodge a long and painful death. I thought in a solution to keep myself alive and suddenly I remembered that the night before that day I had hidden a gun beneath my bed and it might help me. I tried to go to my bedroom, when someone knocked at the door and I could scape using the backdoor to avoid being seen. I climbed the iron gate and arrived in the lonely dark street. As everything was in darkness, it was very difficult to see something but the lights into the houses.

I run as fast as I could and arrived in a place near the river. There were two seats and I sat down in one of them trying to breath a bit and think what to do. A loud alarm started to sound. There was a blue light and another red, lightening behind myself. It was a police car. Two policemen got off of it. One of them had a torch and switched it on and lightened up the way. I knew that they were looking for me. I decided to dive into the river, so I took a deep breath, all I could, and swam under the water until I was so far away. I got to another place which it had a lot of graves and I realised in one second that I was in the cemetery of the town. As it had rained two days ago, there were still many puddles on the wet ground and I slipped and fell down into a deep hole. I was very frightened because although I tried to get out of it, I could not achieve it. Suddenly I heard a noise. Someone was coming to me. I stopped moving for a moment trying not to be heard by the other person. But I could not get it. He listened to me and showed his face over the hole.

- What are you doing there?- asked the man-. Have you fallen down or are you looting bodies?.
- I have fallen - I said -. I think my leg is broken.

The old man took me and carried me like if I was a rag doll. He left me in his home, laid on the sofa. Then he brought me something for dinner and ten minutes later I fell asleep. The next day I woke up and realised that I was in a bed...in prison.