The Perfect Crime

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

I was filled with excitement. Finally I was setting myself free. Free from these harsh people that I call my family. Free from the abuse. I couldn’t stand it here any longer. How I managed to stay there for so long was beyond me. Finally I was doing myself a favour that should have been done years ago. I hope just these people just get what they deserve. Like they all get crushed to death or eaten by a pack of ravenous wolves. Or perhaps they simply get treated like how they treated me. But I was not going to sit and wait for it to happen; I had to finally do something for myself. Leave.

The packing was not the hard part. I’ve never had much in my life so I had very little possessions. But not everything I had was worth taking which made my packing easier. The hard part is surviving.

Today represents something important to me.  It would be a mark in my life of when my life turned around. That's if I even survive for the next year.

I crammed every possession of mine worth keeping was crammed into my tiny little bag that I kept from my younger days. Once I was done with that I decided to write my runaway letter.

To the person who finds this

I love you all. I've hoped that someday you'll would have eventually accept me and be a big happy family. But I see now that would never happen. I hope so-

Wait why am I writing such a nice letter to them? I don’t even love them.

I squashed it up. I pulled out my match box, set it on fire and threw it in the bin.

What if it sets the whole place on fire?

Who cares? They deserve it.

So instead of writing a letter I took a piece of paper and wrote one word on it.

FREEDOM

I looked at all my possessions worth taking. There were earphones, but no IPod. Screw that, I wouldn’t need it. Why did I even have earphones? That was a mystery to me. There were a couple of books and whatever clothes I had. I decided to leave the books behind and just take my mother’s journal. And lastly I had my dagger. The one thing I treasured the most. This is what kept me going.

From everything I had there was definitely not enough to survive for even a couple hours. I needed more supplies.

Today was a Friday, the day everyone went out to do whatever they like to do at 2 in the morning. Most were either asleep or at a party so that made it easy for me sneak stuff out. I tried to stuff my bag with food and water but it was too small. Suddenly an idea came to me. I would take Amanda's.

I crept up the stairs from the kitchen and made my way to her room. Her room was much bigger than the others. Maybe it was because she was a little more “friendlier” to Sean than the others. Her room was also pink. Typical amanda. She’s just so girly that I cringe at her girliness.

I remember having a room as big as hers once. Back then I was happy. After the death of my parents they shoved me in the attic without as much of a second glance at my room. They didn’t even let me take anything. I wonder what they did with all my stuff. I never even got to walk past my room since I chose to be isolated from everyone else. Even back then I wasn’t much a fan of people.

I scanned the room for her bag and finally spotted it in the corner of the room. It was definitely bigger than my one. I emptied the contents of her bag on her bed and put my stuff in it. Judging from the stuff that came out, it was her school bag. I knew she would freak out when she saw it. I could just imagine her wailing around and stomping everywhere, accusing everyone of stealing her things while doing her drama queen thing. The thought of her doing this made me smile. While I was transferring everything an idea suddenly hit me. It knocked me off my feet and punched the air out of me, that’s how brilliant it was. You should take some of Amanda's clothes. It would be cold out there and I would need it. And so I started shoving her clothes into the bag. I also managed to find her giant furry coat. I didn’t want it but I decided to take it anyways since it was Amanda’s favourite coat, and starting right now it would be my life mission to make her life a misery. Well, for the next 5 minutes anyways. The next step to making her life a misery was trashing her room. I’m just kidding, I have a heart. But I did hide some of her things just to piss her off.