#WritcoStoryChallenge
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember. "I was in the art gallery "I recalled "but.."
I looked down on the painting lying upon on my hand. "how? "I didn't understand. me and some of my friends had went to the art gallery... but then what had happened. well.. I remember some alarm going on. I thought. .. I was puzzled. suddenly I heard a siren! . and then I heard a car door open and close. "we know you are in there! show yourself" a voice boomed from behind me. "Oh God what in the world is happening! "


I wanted to hide and run but my curiostity kept me stationed where I was. I just wanted to know what was happening. but... "was the police my enemy! "was I innocent or what "should I be running away!? "or should I confront them?"
but then it was too late I felt cold hands grip my hands from behind and warm breath on the back of my neck.


I knew what my fate was now. I was going to jail. I cant even defend myself. I was a criminal . An unjustified criminal !