Why I Don't Rescue Children Anymore
A little backstory to how I got into my current situation. I woke up this morning and got in my car. I put the keys in and turned them. I pulled out of my driveway.
Now that your all caught up, I am driving down the road and this car turns onto the road directly behind me. I swear the guy is right behind me and it's like he is staring at me. I mean I know I'm right in front of him but I have an intuition for this stuff.
So after about fifteen seconds of this nonsense I have had enough. Like who does this guy think he is. Tormenting me like this. Throwing caution to the wind I pull over blocking the road. Everyone behind him starts honking. Someone yells something about impeding the flow of traffic. But I will not be silenced. This has gone on for long enough.
So I knock on the mans window. He's average size average build, male, just what you would expect a serial killer to look like. As I get to the window I see something completely unexpected. This...man...no not a man...this monster has kidnapped a child.
So again, with no regard for my own safety, I smash the mans window and grab the child from the car seat. The poor terrified child keeps screaming dada. "Don't worry sweetheart," I reassure her "I will get you back to your family." So I run, but it turns out everyone else is jumps out of their car and starts chasing me. 'Is there a kidnapper convention in town', I think to myself.
I keep running and just when I am about to lose hope, I hear a siren. For the first time ever, I am happy to see a cop. I run up to him and hand him the kid. Despite my protest, his partner throws me on the ground. I try to explain, but they don't listen.
From the back of the police car I see the officer hand the baby back to the psycho, who is doing his best acting, sobbing and hugging the child. Turns out the whole system is corrupt. From the doctor that diagnosed me to the jury who sentenced me to the judge that found me guilty.
So this will be my final update, as the spooky skeletons have me surrounded and are closing in. I'm writing this with a piece of my fecal matter on the wall of my cell. I am not crazy and I will not be silenced.
Credited to grghbbs
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