I came really close to screaming Hallelujah when I felt nothing. No rough wall caked with dirt and grime. It was a gap, around four feet in diameter. The space the can had found for me.

I strained my eyes to see further into the space. To say I was hesitant to run into a dark tunnel, not knowing where the hell my own feet were, was the understatement of your life!

I quickly sorted through pro’s and con’s weighing out my chances. The sound of another siren, closer this time is what made up my mind.

The blood pounding in my ear clogged my brain, and I launched into the alley at full speed. Auto makers would have been astonished by how fast I went from zero to sixty.

I just kept telling my self: ’You need to get back! You just NEED to. It’s NOT an option.’ That little mantra is what got me through this shitty day. I was still trying to comprehend what the hell happened within the last 24 hours.

I had my arms stretched out in front of me as I ran. If this path led to a dead end I wanted a bit of warning before colliding with a brick wall. Yes, two broken teeth would just be icing on the fucking cake-

"Shit" I more or less growled while I was in mid air falling face first. My jean covered knees and bare arms took the bruit of the fall. I had a uneven piece of asphalt to thank for this undesired introduction with gravity. The denim covering my legs protected my knees from anything but a bruise. I couldn’t say the same for my arm. Since I was running like a mummy with my arms in front of me, when I fell my face was safe from meeting glass.

I couldn’t see it but from the sharp pain, amount of blood, and crunch beneath my shoes as I stood, it was glass. No doubt some junkies old beer bottle they’d discarded, while high or dunk, possibly booth.

I silently cursed the bitch that left it and kept running. This time I lifted my feet higher into the air and ran with only one arm out front. I probably looked like a total idiot at the moment.