Only The Cleverest of Thieves Can Steal Your Heart
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This chapter is kind of short, but I was just so exicted to get something posted that I rushed it a bit. I normally post really long, lenghty reads, so expect some great updates soon!
Summary:
Have you ever lost yourself, not to someone or something; but to something much darker inside of you? I try pretending like my life is different than it really is; not because I am a liar, but because I am an artist. I learned the hard way that trying to escape the reality you create is much harder than anything you will ever do.
Chapter 1
"Whatever mom, go fuck yourself!" I say, slamming the door and flicking off what I know is behind it.
"Don't talk to me that way, you disgusting creature!" she screams louder, to make sure I hear her. Fucking serious? Ever since I came out, it's been the same sad story, over and over. You're the reason we had to move, or Your father will leave us, if you don't change your ways, and of course, my favorite: it's disgusting, and not natural. My parents are nothing like the loving, accepting parents you see on tv. It wasn't always this bad though; before Kairi died, she was enough to keep me from telling everyone else my secrets.
I turn to face my room. Still packed in boxes, with no kind of personal claim to it, I don't feel like I belong here. We have only been here for two months, and I will probably be moving out when I turn 18 in a month, so I haven't really felt the need to unpack. "Stupid, fucking, UGH!" I say to myself, falling onto my bed and stuffing my face in the pillow. I hear a stifle from across the room, and jumping up from the bed, I know exactly what it is. My little twin brother and sister, must be hiding in the closet. Namine and Roxas are the most adorable set of twins you will ever see; they are not completely identical, but they have one very distinct trait that sets them apart from the rest of us – their hair. I always kid, and say their hair HAS got to be something supernatural. It's a bright blonde, closely resembling radiating sunlight.
I know this is really hard for them to go through, and being the older brother, I feel obligated to provide a sense of comfort. Temporarily forgetting my emotions, I force a fake smile across my face. I put my arms out, twist my neck, and walk like a zombie towards my closet. "Sora, don't!" they scream in unison as they come bolting out, and charge past me. They head straight towards the door, running down the hallway laughing and screaming in excitement. Scaring them was always one of my favorite past times.
For some odd reason, I check the digital alarm clock on my night stand. "Fuck," I scoff to myself. Late for my first day to work. Way to make a good first impression, I think to myself. We moved here in the beginning of the summer, and I figured since I don't really have any interest in getting to know anyone in this town, that I would get a job, save up as much money as possible and be out on my own by the time I turn 18. Seemed like a pretty logical plan, but it will be a lot harder if I lose my job before I get my first paycheck.
I fly back to the closet, and pull out the deep-sea blue polo and half apron from the hanger in my closet. I wasn't too excited when they gave me this at orientation, because I have never been a big fan of the color blue. But, you got to do, what you got to do, right? I throw it on over my gray "Red Jumpsuit Apparatus" t-shirt, and quickly tuck it in my pants as I walk out my bedroom door. The twins are watching tv in the living room, and mom is in the kitchen. I really don't feel like having a conversation with anyone, so I wait until I have one foot already out the opened front door and scream, "going to work; as if you care." The door shuts behind me.
I really love walking; before Kiari died, we used to walk and run for miles at a time. Talking to her, was literally my escape from everything. We shared everything with each other; good and bad, nasty and sick. – every last detail was shared. She was really the BEST older sister that you could have ever asked for. I do almost anything I can to 'honor her memory', or feel a little closer to her; that includes walking practically everywhere. It's also a very good chance for me to think, plan, and clear my mind.
The houses here look like some cookie cutter neighborhood; white picket fences, and beautifully manicured lawns. All of the houses are a combination of brown and red brick, adding an older and nostalgic feel to the neighborhood. Kids play on their bikes in the street, while women jog in groups on the sidewalks. These people remind me so much of my own family; so much dysfunction – but going through extreme lengths to seem normal to everyone else. Doing anything they can to show off their materialistic possessions; throwing dinner parties, cocktail parties, children's birthday parties. The one thing I have noticed is that there is always some kind of activity going on around here.
As bad as I need the money, I really am not looking forward to going to work. Though I am pretty good at faking it when needed, I am not a big 'people person'. This isn't going to be a place for me to make friends, and frolic and all that fun stuff; I am only doing this for the money. I turn left down the street, onto the main road. I can already see my destination, the local farmer's market. Good thing it's not very far down the main road, because it's a very high traffic area, and ever since Kiari's accident, I don't like walking next to cars.
I make my way through the automatic doors and look around. The first thing you see when you enter the door is all the wonderful produce. Being a vegetarian, this is one perk I am excited to receive from this job. That and the fact that for 40 hours a week, I don't have to be around my parents.