It all happened some cold winters day in mid December I think. I was just eating pasta from Luigi’s the kind with the mouldy cheese and onion sauce. I didn’t care. It was cheap. I like cheap. Then an old man came barging in. Not a stranger. Not a person I wanted to see either. Montgomery Hawkins the man I currently owed 45,000 pounds. Pounds which I didn’t have. I sprinted out the back door and out onto the snowy streets of London. I could hear him begging the waitresses to tell him where I went in that cold grimly voice. Until it stopped. I saw his beady eagle like eagles staring at me smiling the only way he knows how.

“Your time is up. Better run!” He shouted with such enthusiasm it was concerning.

I sprinted into an alleyway. Dead end. But still no sign of him. I thought I was safe. BANG! Blood. A lot of blood. My blood. Coming from my chest. BANG! BANG! BANG! More more- blood…

I woke up in the hospital I got told he got locked away.. I don’t believe it.. When he escapes which I know he will.. I’m so dead.