my SA1 English compo

It has been a few years since i emerged from the rehabilitation centre as a changed person. I still remember that very night when the Police barged into the flat arresting us for the possession of drugs.

I was melting under the scorching sun, not a single cloud insight. It was a clear sunny day. i waited at the back of the alley for her. I was beginning to become impatient and my mind began to contemplate on her safety. I heard footsteps coming, my pulse raced as the footsteps drew closer. Beads of perspiration rolled down my forehead in anxiety. What if i had been found out? I flattened myself against the wall, shielding myself from the person cornering me. I saw a man in blue, my worst fear had come true. He paced a few steps forward as his keys jingled around his black belt. As he made one full rotation, i feared with apprehension that he might spot me. His badge shone in the bright light. Suddenly there came a muffled voice from his walkie talkie.

"Officer Quek, are you there? Over," the voice resounded from the petite rectangular black box. My heart pounded at the speed of lightning. The officer that was inspecting the back alley i was in removed his walkie talkie from the pouch and replied, "I'm here, there has been no sight of anyone here, I'll return to the headquarters immediately. Over."

He took one last glimpse around his surrounding area. If he were to turn his head right, i was sure that he would have spotted me. I clasped my hands together, praying my hardest that i would not get caught. I heard the cuffs jingle as if they were mocking me, they knew i was there. Officer Quek marched off as i peered out of my hiding place. His back faced me. then, as quick as a serpent finishing off its prey, Officer Quek was reduced to a lump of cold flesh when i pulled the trigger. My hands trembled as i returned the gun into its rightful place. What was i supposed to do? He was on my case, i could not just let him go. Christine jumped down from the roof with a grin.

"Did you see how i killed that policeman?" She asked excitedly. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I has pulled the shot not her. Guilt overwhelmed me as i reflected on how impulsive my actions were. "I pulled the trigger simultaneously after you did. Your shot missed him by a few metres. You really ought to practise on your firing arm," she continues as she wiped the dust off her white blouse.

Christine pulled out the packet of little pink tablets. "I got it!" she rejoiced. I was too petrified to answer. As soon as i recovered from my shock, i plastered a fake smile onto my face. i had to act accordingly, i could not be a wimp and let such a small matter like this affect me. Christine kept on gushing on how splendid the party would be later.

The sky blackened as night approached. The nightlife was just about to begin! Our friends arrived shortly and i opened a bottle of Marsanne. I swirled the opulent golden liquid in its glass a i flipped the switch off the radio. The music was sensational. I turned the knob to increase the volume. We banged our glasses together to unleash the melodious 'ting'. The bouquet of wine filled my nostrils as i inhaled the scented aroma. Nothing could bring us down from cloud nine.

I increased the volume till the music boomed thunderously. The infectious tempo caught on me as my body moved along with the rhythm. The noise in my flat crescendoed as we consumed the pink tablet, otherwise known as Ecstasy. We started jumping up and down like crazy lunatics that had just escaped from the mental hospital.

The night was meant to last but the following events after flowed by in a blur. I fluttered my eyes open as i inspected my surroundings. i licked my parched lips and gasped for water. I turned the knob of the tap nearby to unleash the cool water into my mouth. I turned to Christine, "Some party that was, i can't remember a thing. Where are we?" She explained the situation we were in. The security guard arrived outside my cell and mocked, "Awake now, are we?"

I contained my anger as i turned to face Christine and muttered under my breath. Christine had been crying, no doubt. Her puffy eyes hid under the tuft of hair above her forehead. A few more tears cascaded down her cheeks.

I was brought to court, together with my fellow comrades. "I hereby sentence Chloe Wong to..." Judge Judy exclaimed. I could not bear to the rest of my sentence, knowing that i was done for. I did not get the worst sentence. Christine faced the gallows for murdering that cop.

I had learnt my lesson. I emerged from the prison as a free woman. I squinted my eyes at the glowing sun, treasuring everything i had. Being imprisoned in a jail cell was an experience I never wanted to revisit. Freedom never tasted this good. At the back of my mind, I'm still haunted by Christin's scream when she was hung.