My pulse raced. My mind traveled in a thousand directions at once. Quickly and senselessly I followed closely behind my friends, Joey and Reid. My hands became drenched in a cold sweat from loosely grasping a plastic bag full of Charmin Ultra toilet paper. The hundreds of consequences from getting caught circled around in my head from the moment we left Reid’s house. The darkness covered the streets eerier than usual. It differed from the normal, “I need a flashlight darkness.” It served the purpose of a “camouflaging darkness.” It defended against watchful eyes. The night’s air could chill the warmest souls. But the heavy, black clothing and my incessant nervousness kept me perspiring every second. What have I gotten myself into? I had never done anything this bad before. I had no desire to commit vandalism. My friends had told me that it would do me some good though.
“You need to know when to let go,” Reid told me over and over again. The fear of “letting go” of my morals did not cause any in fear in me. I did, however, shuddered at the fact that I might never get to have my purity again.
The plastic bag fell from my slippery hands, and I stopped to pick it up. As I tried to bend down, I realized the stiffness of my muscles from having such tense nerves. I feebly tried to lift the bag and almost became nauseated when I realized the unbelievably long distance between my friends and I. Those few seconds it took me to sprint up to Joey and Reid’s position lasted for hours in my mind. In that lonely darkness, I ran naked to a hundred judgmental eyes that stared at me and watched my every move: “What are you doing outside so late Adam?” “Is that toilet paper in that bag?” “Someone call the cops?” These words echoed in my mind until I finally reached the bush behind which Joey and Reid hid, planning their next move.
“We thought you’d ditched and gone back,” said Joey.
His faith in me started waning ever since I stated aloud my bad feeling...
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