Part 2 of a small fictional story I wrote for fun

After the funeral, people begin to go there homes. The guards push me to get me, to go to the police car. "Wait, I can I pleace get a moment alone with my mother." The guard holding tight on my upper arm just laugh at me and says, "So you can escape, no I don´t think so. Littel witch. "He said, spitting the word witch out of his mouth. "I'm not a witch!" I shout at him.

He ignores me and pushes me hard, so I'm just about to stumble over my feets. People from the funeral are heading into their cars, but some people are giveing me their gazes filled with hatred and others just trying to avoid looking at me. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. We come to the police car. They push me into the back seat and slamming the door in. The guards are standing outside and laughing at something they think is very fun. I look out the windshield. It is the perfect funeral weather. Cold, foggy and gray. It looks like it is going to rain soon. I sigh and try to wipe my eyes with my shoulder.

I close my eyes and lean back and try to think of something good. I open my eyes again as two guards open the doors and sit in the car. "So you must be really excited about where you are going." Says the one guard and put the keys in the ignition. I ignore him and looking out of the window. Over on the other side of the road I noticed that there is a young guy and girl in all black clothing. Not fine funeral clothes, but black jeans and black hoodies. Their faces are quite cold, but when the car starts to move, smiles and nods the guy friendly, but at the same time there is something bad in his looked. And then I get chills down the spine. It was as if he smiled directly to me.

"Look at her, she looks terrified." Said the guard who is not sitting in the driver's seat. He is tall and masculine, his hair is blond but with a gray tinge. His eyes are dark and narrow, his nose is long and his mouth hangs down so he looks angry, even though he sits and laughs at me.

After almost 15 minutes or something like that. My eyelids are heavy and my body is restless. It makes sense that I am so tired. Have not slept in the past few days. After all this with mom and all these guards or what they are, who interrogated me a lot, asked me questions I can´t explain.
They said yesterday I do not get much more time, and tomorrow comes the boss to talk with me one last time. There was a guard who whispered to some, in the middel of the night, that my interrogation whit the boss it is going to be violent, and he would most definitely are going to break me, so I could not close an eye the other night. I only got these pictures of me tied to a chair, and there was this man whose face I could not see, who hit me and whipped me and many other violent things.

As I sit in my own thoughts the guards are just laughing at all sorts of things. I look out on the road. There is driving a dark blue car with windows I can´t see through. The window is rolling down and the boy from before is sitting there. The girl is driving the car. The boy smiles and takes his forefinger up to his lips,
to signal me to be quiet. Then he takes a paper with large letters and then keeps it up so I can read it. It says: HOLD ON TIGHT, AND PROTECT YOUR HEAD! 

I'm speechless and I´m staring at him whit big eyes. He is rooling up the window. I shake my head, ranging in my body and holding onto the seat as best I can. I don´t know exactly what is going to happens, but I know this is my chance to get away, or being saved by two people I not not know.
I get a little surprised when the blue car run into us, but the guards is be more surprised than I´am. That man driving the car focus on the road and start driving faster. Then I can´t see the dark blue car more, but I have a feeling it's not over. "What was that?" Asks the guard with the long nose, and they both start to laugh.
"Perhaps someon who will have our little witch there is sitting in the back seat."

"Yes, like a car could be her."

"I can hear you, you know." I spit at them. "Well did you hear that David. She thinks she's getting away.
But you know what there are three other police cars driving around, with at least three guards in them,
so it is impossible for someone to rescue you.

I turn around and looks on the road behind us. I can see two police cars, but suddenly one of the vars drivs completely wrong and seconds later runs the other car also completely wrong.
And then I notice that there is three bullet holes in the windows on both car.

I can´t stop la laugh a little, but I´m quickly shuts my mouth, but the guards noticed it. The guard with the long nose, looking earnestly at me, but his eyes change to surprised. And suddenly he has a hole in his forehead. I scream, but closing my mouth again and laugh a little. He diserve to did.

The blue car is back and it continue to run into us. I assume that it is now I and hold on tight. And then it happens. The guard who still drives suddenly get shot and the car spinning around. The windows smashedes and my body is thrown back and forth. The car hits something hard, and is overthrown. I turn my head.
And then fails everything for me and all I see is darkness.