Chapter 1
The Big Realization
Lifty POV
Why do I do this?
There I was, sitting in my torn up bedroom in the torn up house I share with my twin brother Shifty. It wasn't really a house, more like a shed.
Why do WE do this?
Once a day my twin brother Shifty would go out by himself and try to get some food for us. Most of the time he shows up a day later because he either dies from some random accident or Splendid happens...
Just to get killed? What's the point?
I always sit on my bed and just stare into my half-broken mirror. I just sit there, staring at my face, just thinking about my life.
That's just it. There IS no point.
Me and my brother have been stealing from other people for ages now. That's all we do, just steal. And in the end, who wins? Justice. That's who.
I can't take it anymore.
We never succeed. We never gain ANYTHING. The only thing we gain is pain. Pain and suffering.
I won't take it anymore. I refuse to!
I wonder what it would be like to live like everyone else in this town. To actually have a life. To work a well paying job and get payed, hang out with friends and goof off, and at the end of the day come home to a nice house, have a delicious meal and watch TV until you fall asleep from the warmth and comfort of your own bed.
I need to escape. I have to!
I bet it would be wonderful. It definately beats living in a shed and living off of scraps from trashcans...
I need a plan.
Deep in my thoughts, I didn't realize Shifty was home until i heard the front door slam shut.
"Lifty!"
"Yeah?" I shout from my bedroom. I really don't want to look at my brother right now. If he's back this early he succeded in stealing something.
In a split second my door swung open to reveal my brother looking at me with a glare.
"I'm guessing it didn't go well again?" I asked with a non-suprised voice. He continued to stare me down for a few more minutes before he took out a crumbled piece of paper from his pocket.
"What is this?" he asked me sternly.
"I might know if I knew what it was." I replied, sounding like a total smartalec.
"I found this in a trashcan a block down from the Meat Market." He continued, never breaking his glare. "And according to what's written on it, you want to leave and have a life of you're own." By the time he finished his sentence, my heart stopped. What he found was something I wrote awhile ago. I wrote it in order to help the mixed feelings that I was having. I knew I should've tore it up instead of ball it up...
"Is this true?" He asked sternly. I didn't say anything. I mean, what could I say? I'm dead meat either way now.
"ANSWER ME!" He screamed. I've never been so scared in my life.
"...yes." I squeaked. I'm pretty sure I peed my pants at this point.
He stared me down for a minute, then pointed to the door.
"Get out." He said Coldly.
"Shifty can't we just-"
"GET OUT!"
I was in tears at this point. So I got up and walked out, and I never looked back. I found comfort in a bush that night. I was crying so much I ended up falling asleep. The last thing I thought about before I fell asleep was what to do next.
I need help.