That same day, we went to the police station, it was only me and my dad. An officer sent us down to an office, but while we were walking there, my dads cellphone rang. He told me to pick it up, and I did as he told me. I answered, and a man told me to get out of the station if we didnt want anything bad to happen to my cousin. My dad saw how I started shaking and took the phone out of my hands. He answered, and they told him the same thing as they had told me, only this time, they added that there would be someone making sure we didnt say anything. You may be asking, how did they know that we were in the police station? That is easy to answer.
In Mexico, justice and police are two things that just dont exist anymore. In my city, Torreon, most of the police stations, are closed because they are insecure to go. Drug dealers, bought some others, making the police to be part of them. Since we dont have police stations, we dont have justice, and since we dont have justice, peace is something we lack. It is so sad, knowing that the people we usually trust, turn their backs on you, just for money. It is also sad, seeing in the news, that every day there is an average of 27 dead people. For me, the saddest part, is knowing that thanks to us not having justice, my city, the city where you could be on the street as long as you wanted, was named last monday the most insecure city of the world.