A/n- Continuation of posting my old stories, thanks for reading. Enjoy!
Seeing Black- Prelude
I was walking my usual path, past the park, turn left at the old oak tree, left again at the stop sign, and past this particular spanish market, it was really creepy in there, all the employees were spanish, mostly male, they always stared at me. it was dark out, and i was just walking home, when i hear sirens go off around me, all the glass breaks in the spanish markets, where loud sirens and red blinking lights go off inside. Next thing i know, there is a spot light, on me, from a helicopter bove. i heard a voice coming from the helicopter, it spoke "get on the ground, you've been caught, get on the ground, hands behind your back!" it yelled repeatedly as i did as i was instructed, scared to death. Then, men in armored suits, and shields, with metal bats came marching up to me, as i ways still on the ground with my hands behind my back, face on the ground, scared for my life. one of the men, marched to my school bag, and dumped it, my usual books fell out, then things i had never seen before fell out, about half a dozen pill bottles and a gun. the man picked up the gun with his gloved hand, and threw it in a plastic bag, and investigated it. "yes, this is the girl" he spoke, as my eyes widened, then another 2 men marched up to me, one grabbed my arms roughly, and the other slapped hand cuffs around my wrist. "wha- what, sir i didnt do anything, i sware to god, please!" i yelped out as he drug me up and to his police car, "yea, that's what the all say, sweetheart" he mumbled sarcastically. he drug me to the car opened the door and threw me in, before slamming the door he spoke firmly "you have the right to remail silent anything you say or-" he read me my miranda rights that i have been trained to stufy by my military family. He then slammed the door in my face as i started as i began screaming and crying hysterically, "please, please i didnt do anything, i- ive been framed, please youve got to believe me!" i wailed repeatedly, kicking, and moving around relentlessly, attempting to escape, when i slammed my head against the glass window, being the last thing i remember before i blacked out.
a few months later
"mother, you have to believe me when i say i did not do anything! i was framed!" i yelped "no, young lady, it seems you have made some severly horrid choices in your past, that shall not and will not be forgiven, by myself, your father, nor your future. when you get out of this hole, do not even try to find your father nor myelf, as we do not want a criminal as a daughter. Good bye" and with that my mother walked away.
My name is Kim Crawford, and this is when I began Seeing Black