#My500Words Day 1.2 Wrong place, wrong time

Suddenly, the little light that entered through the door had disappeared. He was lost in the dark. He started moving in circles, looking for some kind of reference, some kind of light. He panicked. And then, something fell strongly on his shoulder. He jumped, terrified. His heartbeat accelerated. He started moving and trying to identify what it was and how to get rid of it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity for him, somebody turned on the lights. He was surrounded by policemen. He sighed more calm; until he realised they where pointing their guns towards his chest.
- Put your hands up!
One of the men got closer and, after making sure he didnt have a weapon, he put him on his knees, and handcuffed him.

And he suddenly got into an interrogation room, without being able to remember how he'd arrived there. Someone put a light directly to his eyes. It was so harmful. He couldn't do anything but try to avoid that light, but he couldn't.
- Why were you at Mr. Brian's house?
- I was waiting for him to go to work together.
- Inside his house?
- He'd never been so late and I started to worry, so I pushed the door and it was open. I entered and couldn't see anything until you came.
- So you're trying to make us believe you were waiting outside before we got there.
- No! I was waiting outside, then opened the door and got in.
- So you forced the door to open?
- No! It was already open when I got there.
- How do you know?

It isn't 500 words but... I'm going to fall asleep in the next 3...,2...,1... Good night!