Run away. Scrambling and fighting my way threw the thorn bushes pricking me like thumbilina. I hear the sirens screaming my name my conches telling me to go back and hand my self in, but my body running in fear. Questions tormenting me... Were will I go? What is he's dead? Am I going to jail? No time to think as I see the bright helicopter light in the distance looking for us like a bird of pray in so caught up in it I almost feel like I'm the one who's cause it. There must be some way out of hear as I scan the fields for shelter, it was like looking for water in the desert there was nothing in sight. I remember as a child my childhood was taken of me due to violence so my whole #life revolved around violence, council estate, knifes, and death. I never knew my father he was part of a gang like me today I've always wanted to follow in his foot steps. I didn't really think this threw. Here's me feeling sorry for my self as that small boy only 11 years of age is now lying in a pool of his own blood.