"We may have to give up on this. I don't think we can do it. We might lose him..."
"No! You can't have that kind of attitude towards-"
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!"
It was a year after Kevin had began teaching Darius, He was now in Year 4, and, thanks to his amazingly quick learning, he was almost fully capable of basic English. Now that he understood the goings on of the world around him, he felt like he had more control over his actions. Almost too much, it turns out.
As you may have gathered, Darius didn't like his mother. In fact, he despised her with all his heart and he hated how she neglected him. One thing he especially didn't like, was that she gave him very little nourishment, mostly bread and a few vegetables. But he was desperately hungry and he wanted something new, and he was prepared to do absolutely anything to get it.
Even robbery.
He entered his closest local shop, the smallest he could find, keeping his head down, but acting friendly towards the shopkeeper, with a quick, quiet 'hello'. He trod about, glancing left to right, looking. Looking for it. Looking for what he needed.
Then he saw it.
The sweets section. Full of every single sweet or chocolate you may desire. Chocolate Twirls, Milkyways, Dairy Milk Chocolates, sweet packets, such as Haribos and even Chocolate Buttons. Anything. Anything and everything he wanted was right there on the shelf and nothing was stopping him from taking something right off the shelf.
He turned his head and looked up at the CCTV camera wired to the wall above. He turned back towards the shelf, his eyes fixated on the Milkyway. His back was to the camera. It couldn't see his face or his arms. He was going to do it. He was ready.
He snatched the Milkyway.
When he got home, the stolen Milkyway jiggling about in his pocket, he didn't stop to listen to his mother's rants - he simply ran and jumped into his cupboard. He ripped off the wrapper and threw the chocolate in his mouth, savouring it's chocolaty taste. Oh, how he loved it so much. He didn't even stop to think about the consequences of what he had just done.
Everyday, he went back to that same shop, same time, same sweet section, and the moment he came home with the stolen goods, he ate it, and loved it, and savoured it. He savoured it so much. Then, the next day, he would do the same. And the next. And the next. And the next.
Then he began to steal larger quantities. He snatched them, two at once, and came home to eat them, one after the next. As his confidence built, he began to rob more, and more, and more, until he was taking ten at a time, his pockets stuffed with sweet and chocolaty goodness. But after a while, the original intention to feed himself and develop a more 'favourable' diet for himself was lost. Now, it was all about the stealing and the robbery, and the strange excitement he gained from it. From here on out, he became a bad person. A very bad person. A much worse person. Such a terrible, terrible person.
And it was all his mother's fault.
"No....no....no....no"
"What the - He...he spoke. What!?"
"How on earth is that possible!? He should be dead!"
"That doesn't matter. There's a man's life at risk here, and we need to save him. Come on, now! No delay! Operate!"
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What have I done?
Action"No...no...no...no." He couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to believe what he had done. He didn't want to. Darius Warson didn't know the meaning of right and wrong anymore, but he was going to find out. Loss, betrayal, anger, yet a strange spark of...
