From My Eyes

Home.

A word you can only understand if you have ever had one. The warmth of lying next to the fireplace under a soft and fluffy blanket with hot chocolate. This is what I see every night as I look through the windows of other people's houses as I pass by.

I keep walking. Distracting myself from what I shouldn't dream about for my dreams are impossible to achieve. The rain falls heavy from the sky like pelting bullets that pierce my thin black jacket and worn old jeans. Water fills my old grey shoes as it does a bath. Another luxury I haven't had in many years. My brown hair damp, sticking to my snow-like skin.

The only possessions I carry are a small lock picking kit and a hand size touch screen computer to assist me in by passing the now deadly security systems that fill the houses of 2056. Lastly I have an oval shaped shard of glass with uneven sides. A shard of mirror. A shard of my soul.

Shakily, I take the shard out of my plain socks. Cuts surround where it once was, from its rough edges. As I pass a street light I stare at my reflection.

I see a man in pain.

I see a man in fear.

I see... me.

Allystar Bruno.

A nameless man to the rest of the world. A thief and a crook to the rest of the society. But they don't know me.

The moon shines brightly down on me, reminding me that I have to be quick to not to be spotted by the I.W.A.R., the new dangerous, metal and murdering police. Being out after curfew could cost me my life. I can't lose it.

I need to get home to her.

Her.

My life.

My everything.

I put the shard back into my sock and pick up my pace as I get closer to the city. Almost running to the side of an apartment building to climb the emergency escape route.

As I reach the top of the building, I can now see across the top of the neighbouring buildings. My only friends in this life. I make quick work of finding a suitable building for this nights heist. A bakery a little north from where I left her.

I quickly run and jump across the rooftops making it to the little bakery in less than 10 minutes. I scan for all possible entrances and, shortly after, notice the heat sensors along the wall next to the motion sensors.

If I am not careful, the security systems have majorly updated to the point where the heat sensors can send the robotic police after me and they would be able to get to my exact location within 1 minute. Resulting in death as laws have become strict with harsh punishments.

Almost as if on automatic, I search for the power box at the back of the house. Locating it near the back door, I am careful not to set off any surrounding alarms as I creep silently toward the box.

I open it easily and connect the wires to the power source for the security system, making sure to cut off the silent alarm. Now that the heat and motion sensors have been cut, I am able to pick the lock in the back door. I only have five minutes before the backup power kicks in, so I concentrate on the job at hand.

Even so, I can't stop thinking of her. I can't wait to have her in my arms again like I did a mere hour ago.

My thought then carry to the times when I have had to steal from banks and museums. Form all the times I have had to attack the guards on duty.

I hear the click of the door as it unlocks and I dash inside without a second thought.

I tiptoe around the kitchen of the bakery, crisp and clean as it is closed for the night.

I find the front of the bakery and mentally cheer as I see an unsold stale loaf of bread. Hurriedly I grab the loaf as I know I have mere seconds before the backup power will engage.

I rapidly run through the bakery, faster than I ever have before once I look at my timer.

10

I back away from the counter.

9

I run down the hall way.

8

I pass the accounting office.

7

I find the door to the kitchen.

6

I speed though the kitchen.

5

I stop as I get a blank, trying to remember where the back door was.

4

I spot it from across the room

3

I run as fast as humanly possible.

2

I reach the door.

1

I yank it open with all of the strength I can muster, step through the frame.

0

Time's up.

I almost slam the door closed behind me.

I was too slow.

I didn't make it.

I greedily take a breath. Glancing down at the loaf of bread in my hands. The item that holds my chance of survival.

I start sprinting back to where I left her, as I know the I.W.A.R. will be after me.

No one else would understand.

No one else knows my story.

I have another loaf.

Another chance to see her smile again.

Her.

My darling.

My everything.

My Rechelle.

My daughter.

I hope I make it back alive.

For her.