I've always considered it but I've never taken myself seriously. Today is different.
I'm going to run away tonight. Far away. I never want to see my abusive dad or my pathetic mum again. Even if I have to live on the street I will still be happy.
After breakfast I go on a five minute walk into town, with money of course and some gold jewellery that I'm going to trade in at the jewellers. I stole it from my dads room.
I can't possibly get into trouble. I'll never see him again.
When I walk, I look down at my feet and I don't know why. I don't do I all the time, but I find it strangely relaxing. My black converses make a weird flip flop sound. It's really irritating.
I look up at the pavement of the road leading away from my house. A man is coming in the opposite direction.
The look of him sends a shiver down my spine.
His black hair is spiked up all over except at the front to make way for his cat like eyes. As we pass he smiles at me. I notice that, sitting in his ultra-bright green eyes, his pupils are diamonds. Like a snake's eye. They are locked onto mine the whole time. I look down and catch a glimpse of a long, sheathed knife in his belt. Why is he carrying a knife!?
Apart from his belt and the knives sheath which are white, he's dressed in black all over.
Hes probably the most intimidating person I've ever seen.
A few short minutes later I'm in town. I'm going to buy everything I need.
First a trip to the bank, to take out what little money I had still in it after various spending sprees last week. Next, I had already brang clothes in a back-pack but i still needed a coat. In England, rain is an occupational hazard.
Last but not least is the jewellers. So I can trade in my parents expensive stuff.
I walk into the shop. There is a short line of about two people. I don't even have a chance to count them properly before what appears to be a small fruit lands sails over my head behind the counter at the back of the shop.
-Some people!- I think. Ironic.
The force of the grenade blows me almost out of the shop. I'm incapacitated.
When I open my eyes my vision is blurry but I can still recongnise a dark figure standing over me firing quick bursts with a pistol.
He looks down at me.
-Who the hell is he?- I think. Then it hits me:
He's the snake eyed man from earlier.
He looks back up as he runs into the shop. Several seconds later he comes back and flings me over his shoulder carrying a bag of expensive stolen goods.
Why is he taking me with him?
My vision fades into darkness.
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