The rope was slipped over my head and the knot tightened. The itching of the rope and the smell of the smoke from all the family home were the last things that I would experience. My mind went back to all the bad things I had done.
I had to watch my brother itch and scratch his face for days but I had decided that I was going to do something about it. We were a poor family and my brother was not well my mom did not have a job but my dad well I hadn’t seen him for years. It was up to me I had to steal for money
The loud chanting and clanking from in side the tavern was distracting but I saw my first target. A slim tall figure came stumbling from the doorway and without him knowing I followed him through the dark alleyway. Now was my chance to take his money. I pulled the small knife from my pocket and walked up behind him. The knife slit into his hip. I snatched his small bag and ran down the cobbled street wondering if I had killed my first victim. Then I heard him bellow, “LIFTER”. That was when my life was going to change.
My heart beating out of my chest I stopped, and leant on the wall to catch my breath, that was too easy. This was not going to be the last of my thieving.
I set off to the other side of the town I became came closer and closer to the tavern there was a sot man out side. I strolled up to the sot man as I helped him stumble down the street, I reached my hand into his pocket and out came a bag of money and ran, I had got what I wanted but had I got away with it?
The next month I continued to thieve taking necklaces, money and rings which I sold on the black market. The money I made helped my brother to get medicine from a lady who, lived along our street. However my thieving came to an abrupt end one day.
I set out for a new day of thieving but this one was different I set off to my normal place to get my next victim and hid in the shadows. Looking at each end of the street two men in black came stomping towards me. They were parish officers and I knew what they would do…
By Issy Morgan