Bully

Chapter 8

  The alarm awoke me from my deep sleep and I groaned out loud, unhappy that the little sleep I had managed this morning was disrupted. The remaining images of my dream swirled out of memory as the alarm blared, and grouchily I turned it off with a slam of my fist. Surprisingly, I rarely endured nightmares. Even now, when such a precariously dangerous day lay ahead, my dreams were tantalisingly sweet.

   I lived in a nightmare, so it was only fair that my dreams gave me another life. Although many were bizarre situations that could never happen and were totally preposterous, some were bittersweet memories. The past which had been forgotten a long time ago. Forgotten by everyone but me. However they were hazy now, the details were blurry and the colours weren’t as vivid. They were like dew on the grass, slowly being evaporated by the morning sun yet I continued to cling onto them stubbornly.

  After years of reminiscing, I wasn’t too sure what was real, and what parts my imagination had filled in. For example, were my mother’s eyes really that stunning shade of blue or was that an exaggeration from my head? Never the less, my memories were my favourite dreams and today, the alarm clock had disrupted one of the few memories I had left. Which made me extra grumpy this morning - just the right attitude to rob a house that allegedly belongs to murderer, for a man that deals guns and God knows what else.

   Pulling my clothes on, I couldn’t help but bite my lips with indecision as to whether I should get changed into normal clothes for school or some more practical clothes. Could I risk not doing my end of the bargain for Rogue? I didn’t need to ponder over that question for long to know that the answer was no.

  But what were you supposed to wear to a robbery? Stereotypically, it was all black but wouldn’t that make me obvious? I’d only draw attention to myself if I went snooping around a mansion dressed all in black. Deciding on a pair of worn out jeans and a dark hoodie, I quickly got changed and grabbed a bar of chocolate for my breakfast.

  Reciting the address in my head, I made my way out of the door praying that I could get away with this today.

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   My heart thudded in my chest violently as I circled the circumference of the house, trying my best not to look suspicious to any possible walkers by or neighbours peeking through the windows. I wasn’t even in the building yet and I was close to suffering a panic attack! My plan of going early in hope of the occupants of the house being asleep was soon useless as I saw the artificial light filter through a window on the top floor.

  An eternal debate immediately sparked in my head as to whether I should go through with this or come back later. However I knew it was now or never, if I went home now I’d never come back...

  Drawing in a deep breath I crept through the garden stealthily. My eyes flitted to a window that was slightly cracked open and I let out a sigh of relief that I had been given a way in. Shakily, I pulled it open and winced as it let out a loud groan. I waited, stunned with fear. One minute...two...three... Finally deciding that the noise had gone unheard, I quickly looked around me to check no one was watching, and then climbed through the fortunately large window. It was a bit of struggle to get through without making a noise but somehow I managed it, and was perched on the kitchen counter inside of the house.