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... in fact I don't even remember how I got here. I was in shock, wondering how did I end up here with this beautiful painting in my hand. I looked at the beautiful work of art. How perfect. I could tell the artist had put his heart into it. Then a memory hit me, a flashback of me walking away from a man with tears in my eyes but I don't know who he was nor why I had this sudden recall of a supposed part of a life I couldn't remember. "Oh my goodness". I suddenly remembered I was holding a painting in my hand that I might have possibly stolen. What do I do now? What did I do to get here? I looked around at where I was. I had a headache that felt like my brain was going to pop out at any moment. I looked around to see if anything looked familiar. Then as I looked around for a way out of what looked like an empty art gallery, I saw that there were paintings on the wall and from the looks of them they were worth a fortune.


Sirens wailing in the distance they noise got closer and closer. Then I realised as it hit me suddenly I was in the middle of an art gallery that I have no idea how I got into with expensive paintings and if caught Im going to jail. This can't be happening. What am I going to do? The cops will never believe me if I told them that I have no memory of how I got here. I have to finda way out. I quickly walked around looking for some kind of escape some kind of door or window. I panicked looking around as if my life depended on it because it did. Damn it. I gotta find a way out of here. As I heard the sirens wail get closer I had to think. Think girl, think oh god I need to focus. Then it hit me I'm in an art gallery there has to be a door somewhere. I looked around again suddenly I saw pieces of glass on the floor. "Did i break in here"? I thought to myself. I followed the pieces of glass to what was a shattered door. This looks so familiar to me but why don't I remember a thing and why do I have this awful headache as if i were hit by a bus. The sirens pulled in and the doors slammed as I heard the sound of police shoes hitting the pavement. Sounds like so many I was terrified of what would happen to me.
My life is over and I dont even know how it got to this. My body weakened and I felt a thrushing pain in my throat and tears greeted my eyes. I couldn't stop them. I fell to the ground and assumed the position of a criminal who just got caught in her crime. Guilty I was and Im not going to fight Im just going to say what I know or dont know the cops will never believe me. They will think I'm making up a story to get out of being arrested. Whatever happens now I will be strong. As I hears the police closing in on me yelling " come out with your hands on your head". I'm unarmed but my mouth won't form the word and my voice is gone all of a sudden. I'm terrified and its taken me over so much that my body can't move. "Come out with your hands on your head or we will fire". This is it its over I cannot find the strength to get up. I lay on the floor crying so much.

I open my eyes..... What the... Where am I? How did I get here? Who are you? Whats going on? Why can't I move.
Please calm down you, are in a hospital. The police brought you here they found you passed out in your home. You were shot and you lost alot of blood. I am Dr.Weekes and this is nurse Jones, She will be assisting me. She spotted a little light into my eyes. Do you remember anything that happened? I'm so confused. Just rest I will come back and check on you in about 20 minutes. If you need anything ring the buzzer and the nurse will come to you. Um Dr....