Old man Gus Fring

Date: 8/17/2019

Me and my best friend Richard were going to a mall, one with his dads favorite restaurant. I was being reckless and jumped over bench and didn't notice a person sitting which I accidentally grazed with my foot. I said I was sorry as I continued to run. This seemed to anger the man as he got up to chase after me. I ran to an elevator and almost got away but the man caught up to me and called the owner. The owner came down and made me go to his office. I somehow did something so terrible that a shootout got started and I was just in the middle of it. There was this bag of crushed up red dust mixing in with some weird liquid which I presume was drugs, there were also two girls there. The owner was a drug Lord. I decided to run to the exit while still could. As soon as I got there there was an error pop up in front of me and I couldn't move. The owner just stood there, furious. He didn't move throughout the gunfight. But he made it out of it and walked up to me slowly and because I couldn't move he was able to almost catch up to me until I blacked out. I then woke up watching a tv show, but not any tv show, the Ellen talk show. As it turns out Ellen was one of the girls inside the office during the drug shootout. She was talking to the owner about it. The owner seemed old and frail, and talked as if he didn't know what was happening. Ellen began to talk about her experience what with the shooting and the red dust, and then said she didn't expect to see the old man(owner). The old man tried to play it off by pretending to have very little, to no memory of the incident. He just said he got promoted to the position of drug Lord. Ellen of course, believed it and the talk show was concluded. Then I black out again. I wake up again in my house, I'm staring at my full length mirror when I start to swing my arm at it. It breaks a little bit the first try, the second try it smashes, my hand begins to bleed profusely. There's no panic in my face, I don't know how to explain my face, it was angry, serious, but calm all at the same time. I continue smashing the mirror into pieces. My hands shredding away as I hit the mirror, it breaks completely, my hand now a purposeless meat bag. I stare at what's left of the mirror. And then I wake up