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𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
I've always acted like I don't care about anything, and the truth is, I don't. The whole world could go to hell, and I wouldn't give a shit. I'm a no-good hood, and everyone knows it. I've never cared about what people think of me—why should I? I'm never going to be anything more than what I am now. A failure. It's not like I can change, or that anyone would suddenly start respecting me. Hell, it'd be a miracle if I even made it to 25. But that doesn't bother me. Never has.
What does bother me, though, is Johnny and Y/N. They're the only things in this world that I care about. Johnny—he was like a little brother to me. A kid who still had something left in him, something this world hadn't managed to break yet. And Y/N... she's my actual sister. The one thing in my life that has any real value. But lately, I've been noticing something that's starting to get under my skin, something I can't just ignore.
Y/N's been acting more like me. She's starting to steal, getting into it with the fuzz, pulling the same shit I did when I was her age. And I get it—I'm her older brother. She looks up to me, even if she doesn't say it. But seeing her go down the same path I did, it bothers me more than I thought it would. She's got so much ahead of her—she can still graduate, make something of herself, get out of this stupid cycle. She's got options, a future. I never had that, and I'm okay with it.
But Y/N, she's different. She's got a chance at something better, something I never did. And the idea of her throwing it all away just to end up like me...that's the one thing I can't stand. I know I'm a failure. I'm nothing, and I've made my peace with that. But Y/N—she could be something, something real. And that's worth protecting, even if I can't protect myself from who I am.
