The Cell

As I suddenly started to come to, I realized that I had been thrown in jail, not knowing what I was there for or what had happened I started to think of my night before. I started looking around, searching for any clue possible, as I began to pat myself down I felt something bulging from my pockets. What was it? Could it be a clue to why I'm in here? I reached in my pocket slowly, so scared and yet curious to find out what I had done, or been through that was so bad to land me in such a hole in the ground. I slowly pulled out a .22 caliber bullet shell, I dropped it in fear. Did I kill someone
?!? Did someone try to kill me?! I then realize there still more in pockets, I pulled out coffee beans and then there was a jar. After closer examination I came to realize that it had a red thick liquid in it, it almost looked as if it was Johnny Capitello's sauce. Then I looked in the sauce and realized there was ring in it, but not just any kind of ring, a silver pinky ring. Lastly there was a silver tin in the bottom of my pockets, as I opened it I put my hands in it and put the grease in my hair just as if the habit came to me naturally. It was just in that moment that everything started flashing back to me all in a giant rush. I started thinking quickly as I was pacing back and forth everything was coming back too quick for me to handle it all. I had remembered that cigar burning my skin piercing through my arm, I had remembered the wine being spilt, the gun shots, the flashes all coming back so fast that I knew I had to have been set up, out of rage I ended up collapsing.