Problems so many problems.
The leaky tap in the kitchen the empty cupboard devoid of life and the s t u p i d people who run this government a n d my biggest problem of all: the people in this bank.
Sure, they were cowering under tables, terrified but they weren't giving me m o n e y.
I glared into the head bank lady's eyes,
"GIVE ME YOUR MONEY."
"No", her lips twitched into a grin.
I was starting to doubt myself. Maybe this wont work. Maybe this was all for nothing and-
"Ok. who did that!",
I didn't realise I had spoke aloud until the entire place burst into laughter.
"Seriously though, who did it?!"
Out crawled the truant, "Mate honestly, this is just sad."
I broke his ribs. I m a y have also punctured a lung.
A deathly silence filled the room. I grinned,
"Unless you want his or your neck to be broken.. I suggest you keep silent."
Whispers filled the room.
"You cant just do that," the bank lady shouted (or tried to).
I stared at her, "Yes I can."
Her name tag had Helena on it. I'll just use that.
Trembling (and under the table) she thumbed her phone. Her hair flew in her face.
"Ok. Helena there's no point. There's no service, no internet either"
Her dark skin paled. I turned to my victim.
"So if you want him to live... Give Me Your Money"
I hope they wouldn't notice I was bluffing.