Prisoners of War - Chapter 13

She was standing over me pushing my chest. My vision was blurry, but I could somehow make out her, she seemed to have a glow around her. She sat me up and waved her hand in front of me. It took me a few minutes to realize that she was holding a joint. Wait...it was part of a joint. My head fell back against the couch and the top of it hit my wall, …

…and reached over and picked it up. The cop now had a gun in his hand and held his arms up at me to shoot me, but I wasn't afraid. I jabbed the knife down at the cop, but got caught on something halfway. I pushed as hard as I could, but the room began to spin again, I saw the cop holding the gun at my face, and hearing a shot everything went black.