Thief
I had begged my mother not to come; I didn’t want her to see me on the last day of my life. But looking through the swarm of people I spotted my mother, crinkling up her face to hide away the tears, and that was the last thing I saw. Before a rough sack was put over my head and I was left alone with my thoughts. The rope started to tighten was this the end?
I couldn’t bear to look, a sweating sickness had gripped London but moreover it had gripped my family. This was heart breaking this was all Henry VIII’s fault. All my family’s fate had fallen into my hands; I would have to provide food and money to pay the taxes for my family. And I knew how I would have to become a lifter (a thief) or even a murderer.
Making my way to the market, I could smell fresh bread and fish; this made me feel even hungrier. Glancing at the feast before my eyes I saw my target. It was a tall man with a beard and ruffled boots. Clutching my knife it was time to go. I started to follow him; he seemed to have lots of money because he was buying lots of expensive things. Before long we were alone in one of the darker streets in town. I cut the rope quickly but not quick enough. I felt his hand grab my wrist. Blind panic started to grip me what was I going to do? I struck him; he fell to the ground blood dripping everywhere. My heart pounding what would my family think of me? I grabbed the purse and fled the scene.
Trying to get my breath back I leant against a brick wall. An image of what I had just done raced through my mind, guilt shamed me, was he dead or alive? I hadn’t intended to become a murderer. The horror of what just happened only laid a few streets away.
We ate more than we ever had that week, and the medicines seemed to be helping, my mother was now able to cook and clean and care for the family again. However I kept getting flashbacks to the scene in the alleyway, but I knew I had to do it again. I became obsessed, obsessed because of the money and jewels, I got more and more blood thirsty. But my wrong doings came to an end on a cold country night.
The waders had followed me on what was going to be my last heist, they had cornered me and I had no escape. I knew what was coming, the punishment for a thief or a murderer...
By Lili-Mei
I had begged my mother not to come; I didn’t want her to see me on the last day of my life. But looking through the swarm of people I spotted my mother, crinkling up her face to hide away the tears, and that was the last thing I saw. Before a rough sack was put over my head and I was left alone with my thoughts. The rope started to tighten was this the end?
I couldn’t bear to look, a sweating sickness had gripped London but moreover it had gripped my family. This was heart breaking this was all Henry VIII’s fault. All my family’s fate had fallen into my hands; I would have to provide food and money to pay the taxes for my family. And I knew how I would have to become a lifter (a thief) or even a murderer.
Making my way to the market, I could smell fresh bread and fish; this made me feel even hungrier. Glancing at the feast before my eyes I saw my target. It was a tall man with a beard and ruffled boots. Clutching my knife it was time to go. I started to follow him; he seemed to have lots of money because he was buying lots of expensive things. Before long we were alone in one of the darker streets in town. I cut the rope quickly but not quick enough. I felt his hand grab my wrist. Blind panic started to grip me what was I going to do? I struck him; he fell to the ground blood dripping everywhere. My heart pounding what would my family think of me? I grabbed the purse and fled the scene.
Trying to get my breath back I leant against a brick wall. An image of what I had just done raced through my mind, guilt shamed me, was he dead or alive? I hadn’t intended to become a murderer. The horror of what just happened only laid a few streets away.
We ate more than we ever had that week, and the medicines seemed to be helping, my mother was now able to cook and clean and care for the family again. However I kept getting flashbacks to the scene in the alleyway, but I knew I had to do it again. I became obsessed, obsessed because of the money and jewels, I got more and more blood thirsty. But my wrong doings came to an end on a cold country night.
The waders had followed me on what was going to be my last heist, they had cornered me and I had no escape. I knew what was coming, the punishment for a thief or a murderer...
By Lili-Mei