The Thief

I woke to the sound of my iPhone's alarm set for eleven in the morning. My crystal blue eyes blinked open and I turned the phone's alarm off quickly. My bedroom was almost completely dark. The black curtains over the window blocked out most of the sunlight -a bit of light always crept around the curtains and lit up the room slightly- from the rising sun and the dark crimson red walls of the room blended with the shadows. My bedroom was the smallest in this old, two story, Victorian styled house that my parents owned. Even though I'm eighteen, I still live with my parents mainly because I don't have a "real job." According to my parents, being in a rock band with three of my closest friends, all of them being guys by the way, wasn't a smart career choice. They constantly plead for me to get a normal job and actually make something of myself. Apparently, even if I worked at a fast food place they would still believe its's better than me being in a band. I tend to just ignore them, after a while, the complaining just becomes background noise. My parents are nothing like me. They have that, how do I say, "I'm a total dick to everyone in my life," look to them. They always try to be better than neighbors, friends, or even people in their own family. Everything to them has to be perfect in each and every way, and I'm anything but perfect to them.

My name is Violet, well, not really. Violet isn't my real name. My real name is Viola Hartman. Viola seems too snobby for my liking and since it means "Violet" in Latin, I considered Violet as my name. My parents still call me Viola, which just pisses me off more than half of the time. They make sure to call me that if any of my band members come over, just to embarrass me in front of the guys.

The music I listen to is completely different than what my parents are into. Marilyn Manson is my all-time favorite. My bedroom has posters of Marilyn Manson scattered on the walls. Korn, Slipknot, Rob Zombie, and Nirvana posters are also pinned to the wall. CDs were in a messy pile on my dresser, I attempt to collect them. Most of them were stolen from the local Hastings, which led them to hold a lot of memories for me.

Now for my looks. I had blue eyes, pale skin, and long white hair which was styled into the traditional "emo" hairstyle. I also had snake bites and a pair of 16mm gauges. I was about, let's say, 5'9 and was pretty skinny, not thigh gap skinny, but still pretty skinny. Most of the time I wore dark black lipstick and dark eye makeup, sometimes I even included contacts to switch up my eyes and make the famous Marilyn Manson eyes. I always wore dark clothing, may it be leather, stuff from Hot Topic, or unique things I get online. My clothes are normally offensive to normal people, considering most of the people in my town were Christian. I'm atheist, so I don't give two fucks about what my clothes say or if they make fun of "God". That's probably a reason people stay away from me, but oh well.

Anyway, I opened my blue eyes and turned off the alarm on the phone. I yawned loudly and stretched in my comfy full sized bed. The comforter was jumbled up around my feet and the top was pulled up around my chest. The room was cold, but that's the way I liked to sleep. I kicked off the blanket and threw my pale legs over the side of the bed, my feet touching the fuzzy black carpet that covered the floor of my room like a layer of pure black snowflakes. I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my phone, pulling the almost broken charger out of the bottom of the black iPhone 5c. "Fuck," I muttered as my eyes examined the end of the charger. I would now be on my 4th charger in 6 months. I rolled my eyes and pushed the Home button on the phone, unlocking it with my complicated password of numbers, and looked at an unread message from Blake. The guitarist for my band and my best friend.

Blake: My place at 12 ;)

I grinned softly as I typed "As you wish ;)" and hit the send button. Wonder what Blake wants, probably something stupid as always. I thought silently before I tossed the phone back on the bed, stood, and started to the bathroom to shower. I always took two showers a day. I couldn't stand being dirty, it was disgusting how people could go days without taking a shower.

I walked into the bathroom quietly. Fuck... It's freezing. The tiled floor wasn't helping, it kept the bathroom cold. Always. I closed the door, tied up my hair into the best ponytail I could and took off the black tank top and black Nike shorts that I wore to bed, and stepped into the shower. After a quick shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the closet in my room. I got dressed into a Marilyn Manson tee with a studded, black, leather jacket, black skinny jeans -which had small tears all the way down from the thighs to the ankles and a small but shiny chain that hung from the right side of the pants- and lastly, a pair of studded combat boots to match the jacket. After I dressed, I did my hair and makeup quickly. Applying dark black lipstick to my pink lips as the last step. I grabbed my phone where it laid on the bed and went down the stairs. My boots making my presence known to my parents in the living room of the house. They watched as I walked past them. They were clearly talking about me, guessing their silence. The small chain on the skinny jeans pocket made a faint noise that interrupted the quiet of the room.

I walked out of the house and started on the way to Blake's house. He only lived down the street which was within walking distance. I checked the time on my phone. 11:36 appeared on the screen. I was early, but it probably wouldn't matter.

I arrived at Blake's and knocked on the door, I still had a bit of manners to the people I actually liked. Loud music came from an open window on the second floor of the house and sounds of feet on stairs traveled in the house. In a second, Blake opened the door with a cheeky grin on his face. He was shirtless and his black hair was all messy. The only thing he had on was a pair of black skinny jeans that sorta matched mine. Damn... I thought to myself as I looked up at him. "Either you're very slow at getting ready or I'm not the only girl here." He gave a slight chuckle. "Just slow today, that's all." I grinned and walked into his house. He was obviously home alone, his parents were like mine. Except not as judgemental. "So... Why did you want to see me?" I asked and I made myself at home, laying down on Blake's couch. Putting my feet on the arm of the couch and crossing them along with my arms. Trying to make myself look like a badass. "I thought we could go shopping or something. Either of those sound good?" he asked, as he stood at the front of the stairs. I thought for a second. "Hmm... Shopping. I need a new charger and I could go with a new CD for my collection." Blake laughed. "Okay. Shopping it is, let me get a shirt and we can go." He ran up the stairs and appeared again about a minute later. Putting a Marilyn Manson shirt over his head as he walked back down the staircase. "You son of a bitch. Trying to steal my outfit." I laughed and got up off the couch.

Hastings was about a twenty minute walk away from Blake's house. The weather was chilly. Not too cold, but definitely not hot, which I thought was good. Cold weather is the best.

We soon arrived at Hastings and entered the store, Blake being a gentleman and holding the door open for me. We went to the chargers and phone accessories first. We both have stolen stuff before and were actually very good at it. I picked out a charger after scanning for cameras and opened the box quietly, getting out the charger and quickly handing it to Blake. Who put the new charger in his jacket pocket, where it was barely noticeable. I hid the empty box behind more chargers and walked away to another part of the store. Pretending that nothing happened. I glanced at Blake once away from the chargers and grinned. He had unwrapped the plastic from around a Marilyn Manson CD and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. He noticed my eyes on him and spoke, "You don't have that one, right?" I chuckled "Right."

A/N: I'm going to try to update lets say... Once a week maybe, I think that will be good so I can work on chapters throughout the week and I don't really know where this story is going yet ._. So yeah.... (Plus the chapters will be longer) Thanks guys ^-^ Also if you see anything that needs correcting, please tell me. I would like to make this story as neat as I can.