Broken

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8: Memories

They say that when you die that all your memories come back to you all at once, in a form to show you your good decisions, like the time you saw someone drop something and you picked it up fought off the urge to keep it and gave it back, and also the bad ones, like not holding that door open for that elderly couple. It's moments like those that make me worry, was my life filled with good or evil?

Flashback: 3 years ago.

Our city had a really bad thunderstorm a couple hours ago, my father and I pulled over and into the nearest parking lot, which just so happened to be a random fast food joint -- Which was ironic because I was starving. I woke up late and by the time I had finally made it down stairs my pig of a twin brother ate not only HIS but MINE also. If looks could kill Eli would be 6 ft under a LONG time ago, but it wouldn't have been me to kill him.

I was told that I had to wait till either the storm would let up or go away altogether. It seemed neither would be happening anytime soon, but It turned out to be the latter. My dad went in and bought me my usual burger, fries and iced tea. Just as he was about to pull out of our parking lot an old lady with an umbrella went walking by and how I still don't know to this day she dropped the umbrella on the ground. I was about to grab my fries and ignore it because I was starving, not in the literal sense but in the theretical point, my dad grabbed my bag before I could get the golden delishousness that fries are,

"Go give her the umbrella first before you get your food." My dad said to me in a stern tone that made me mad instantly. It was times like these that they pissed me off I understand that it  was the right thing to do but when I don't get food I get REALLY mad, like almost hulk mad.

"But-" I tried reasoning with him.

"No buts, the sooner you help the sooner you get your fries."

"Fine."

I jumpped out of my dads truck, stuffed my hands into the pockets of my baggy hoodie that Finn 'left' at my place awhile back. I ran over to the umbrella and picked it up, jogged over to the old lady who continued walking,

"Miss?" I quickly said to her to try and get her attention, "Miss! You dropped your umbrella."

She quickly stopped, turned around and her face quickly turned into shock when she looked at what was in my hands,

"Oh my, I seemed to have. Thank you darling." She said in a very greatful tone and smilled. I smilled back, and gave it to her.

When I got back to the truck my dad wouldn't look at me, confused I opened the bag to find that my fries were all gone, and a sheepish gulty smile on his face,

"If it will make you feel anybetter they weren't that good."

Anger. That's the only emotion I had right now.

"YOU AND ELI ARE PIGS!" I exploded. They had done this to me one to many times for it to be funny.

I didn't talk to my dad or Eli for almost a week and a half. Well until Eli literally forced me to talk to him by annoying me till I told him to Fuck off.

Flashback: 4 Years ago

One time when I was in grade 8 I was almost expelled from my school. We were getting our tests back from some huge math test, the unit it was on was too easy it was almost a crime. I had only missed one mark because on one of the questions I had forgotten to show my work. Any ways one of the more assholey kids who you could tell was going to be a drug addict and an alcoholic when he was older came up to me and took my test away, he looked at it and started laughing, which gained the attention of the whole class. The teacher had gone to get something from across the school.