[ WP ] You wake up alone in a cemetery next to a freshly buried grave . You 're covered in mud and blood and you ca n't remember anything from the past six hours .

`` What the hell happened here?'' I look down and see the blood on my hands. I begin to tremble as a wave of emotions and thoughts rush through me. I stand up and get my barrings. The old cemetery on 64th, four miles from my house. I turn and see my car idling. Bright red brake lights are like knives to my eyes. I get inside, only to find a bloodied kitchen knife. On the radio is Tom Waits', Hold On quietly playing. I throw my car into drive and step on the gas. I begin to drive down the road towards my home. Blue and red lights light up my rear-view mirror. `` No. This ca n't be.'' I throw on my hazards and pull just off the road. Seconds feel like hours. Soon, the officer steps out of his car violently. The window is rolled down and his gun is pointed at me from the other side. Over the speaker of the cruiser I hear, `` Step out of the vehicle slowly with your hands raised above your head.'' My heart is pounding out of my chest. I feel like I'm going to explode. Without thinking I yell, `` This is all a mistake.'' The officer barks with, `` Shut up, and step out of the car!'' This ca n't be happening. I step out of the car with my bloodied hands raised above my head. `` Get down on the ground and with your hands behind your back.'' I comply and begin to lay down. I then hear, `` 10-72 suspect has a gun.'' Baffled, I scream, `` What!?'' I then reach behind myself to try and find this supposed gun. Before my hands can get get back the back of my belt, the officer opens fire. The bullets piece my skin. Each one hot as fire. I can see blood starting to pool around me. I can taste it in my mouth. Soon my vision begins to fade. Without any warning, I wake up. My heart pounding slow and hard, much like drums of war. Over to my left I see a bottle of pills and brandy. That was the night I tried to kill myself.
