All Good Must Come to an End

My grandmother lives inside of me. Heaven would follow my lead. Every day I reminded myself of these two things that guided me as I tried to live right. Thus far, after many nights ago when a strange character, my angel, reminded me of these facts, I had been doing very well.

Finally, I had a day all to myself. All the bills were paid in full, Heaven was at a slumber party, and I felt a sense of peace and happiness in my spirit. A feeling that was rare, uplifting, and cleansing. I was in a state of peace. Hoping, that I could carry on in the same manner for the rest of my life. Hoping but knowing that good things don't last forever. 

I walked towards the basketball court, enjoying the feeling I had inside of me and the fresh air of March, sure to be an early Spring. I watched people pass me by, smiling and spreading my joy, but only heard the sound of Lauren Hill's, His Eye Is On The Sparrow. Thinking it would be a nice day to sit on the bench of the court and sprinkle bread crumbs for the city pigeons, like me and Nana use to do when I was a little girl, I soon realized I was wrong.

Noticing an old lady near by struggling to bend over and pick up some money she'd dropped, I quickly walked over startling her in attempts to help her gather her belongings. Breaking the soulful, yet angelic sound of Lauren Hill a loud scream broke my focus, shocking me all at once, I dropped the bag of crumbs I held in my free hands and looked around to figure out why the old lady had let out the horrid shout. Now attracting the attention of all those around, she pleaded for help, but I was confused as to why. I yanked the earplugs from my ear and through the money in the air, slowly backing away and turning to go the opposite direction . 

Everyone seemed to be glaring at me and then I heard the accusations. . . Mugger, Thief, an innocent old lady. . .Were they talking about me. I stared for a second, all the while backing away, watching them watch me. Finally, I broke out and sprinted away from this strange place towards my safe haven, home.

***

Ruining my state of peace, I finally broke away from the crowd that yelled and pointed at me. Very few tried to run behind me and "punishment" me I'm assuming. Apparently there has been a number of muggers throughout the city that has gotten everyone all on edge. I rested on my soft, gasping for air and trying t make sense of all that had happened. In an instant my day had gone from calm and peaceful to utter chaos.

Breaking the silence, I heard a loud thud on my door. . .Someone knocking , followed by a deep voice 

"Open up."

. . .I knew the peace would be short lived. It was all to good to be true. Gulping and imagining the worst, I stood in preparation to answer and be taken and locked away for a crime I had never even imagined of committing.