Bank Heist

I walked into the building, took one look around and knew what I had to do. There was no choice for me; I was behind on almost all my bills and there was no way I was going to give up my new car. I went into the bathroom and put a ski mask over my thick, black hair. All anyone would be able to see are my grey eyes.

I will walk up to the tellers of the bank, passing everyone in line, but no one will complain. They will know what is coming next. I will ask for all the money, threaten everyone with a gun, and try not to get caught. It is the perfect plan.

I begin to execute my plan after giving myself a little pep talk in the bathroom. “You can do this,” “It has been done before,” “Let’s get that money.” All of these began to run through my head as I bolted out of the door and began to yell at everyone to do as I say. There were women screaming, actually it was more like squealing, and trying to comfort crying children. The men wanted to protect the women, and the tellers were like sitting ducks.

It was one of those really personable banks, there wasn’t any plated glass and it had a very open atmosphere. It was one of those banks where everyone knew each other because it was in that kind of town.

I ran up to the tellers and demanded all the money they could give me. One girl was a tears the whole time she was trying to do as I said. The rest of them were surprisingly calm, and I was watching them like a hawk to see if they hit any alarm. Good thing they never thought this would happen to them and had never used it before and didn’t even think of it.

What a place! They don’t use their alarm system when they are being robbed, everyone complies with what I say; this is too easy. “There has to be some sort of catch,” I think to myself. But I can’t pinpoint it. I continue on my raid of the bank, then haul ass out of there. I jump into my brand new Mercedes and speed off, feeling like I had just gotten away with murder.

But on the road something is wrong. Everything looks distorted and it seems like everything is collapsing around me. I lose control because of the visions and my car is headed straight for a tree. When I impact, I wake up in a cold sweat. I look at my phone to check the time, because the sun isn’t even up yet, and can’t help to think how real that whole dream seemed. As I pick up my phone I see there is a message; a picture of me in the car with the ski mask.

It is way too early for blackmail.