Take the money and run Prologue I looked around nervously, fear etched across my face as the bangs and shouts got louder. You could hear the anxiety in my voice as I whispered, "M-mum, will everything be okay?" "Sure sweetie...It will," she murmered down at me, her face pale and stressed though. "Now be quiet, or they might hear us." I nodded, no more reasured then earlier. I felt a frail arm slip around my shaking shoulders as I pressed up against the concrete wall. I squeezed shut my eyes. They won't find us. They can't find us...Please don't find us. I heard the patter of footsteps coming towards us; I felt my mother gently squeeze my hand. I held my breath, hoping they'd pass. Hoping they wouldn't see the stolen bags of money in me and my mothers' hand... I guess the saying's true; life's not fair. Of course, the footsteps didn't pass. They came closer, closer, closer till I was sure they were just centimeters away! I didn't dare open my eyes though, I was to cowardly to look at the monster I would hate for the rest of my life...I had no idea what to expect. Awful thoughts clouded my mind, what I hoped was an over active imagination was not. The worst thought came true. Just my look. I heard a bang echo through the eerily silent corridor. I waited for the impact to come. It didn't. It didn't take me... But it did take my mother. Present time I rolled around on my bed, sweat trickling down my face. "Take me! Take me, not her! Me!" I frantically screamed, in my head. I wasn't awake though. It was the same reocuring dream. The dream; the reason why I dreaded going to sleep at night. The dream of the event, six years ago. Each night I would re-live the memory, like it happened just yesterday. I would walk along the same narrow corridor, holding my mothers' hand. Then we'd approach an ajar door, seeing money laying around on a counter. Knowing we barely had enough to live on, we took the money. Not thinking why it would be left around dismissivly... Not knowing the building was already being robbed.. That's when we heard the gunfire and the shouting. Yells of confusion burst out, death threats were chanted. That's when I knew we had to get out. We crept towards the exit...But were met by an unknown man. The man I despised with all my heart. That's when it happened. A trigger was pulled and as simple as that, my life was doomed. I felt hands shake my shoulder's roughly. I opened my eyes alarmed, to see my brother in front of me. He was old enough to look after me, so after the event he took care of me. I could see the sorrow in his eyes. "I'm sorry Lya. When you're ready to come down, breakfast will be ready. Your favourite." He said with a sigh, before pulling me into a reassuring hug and walking out if my bedroom. He might try to hide it, but he was just as upset as I was. His problem was that he was desperate for revenge though...Vey desperate.
Lololol I read through it xD I don't ussually put 'that's when' all the time. To my none existing readers: Ill update after school.
I sighed and tucked a stray strand of black hair behind my ear. After a few moments I rose from the unforgiving bed and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, placed carefully along the pure white walls. Awful. I winced. My black hair was knotted from twisting and turning in the night, my eyes were surrounded by a ring of red and my lips were puffy and dry. I looked like a **** princess. I wish... I splashed my face with cold water from the tap. Not the nicest thing to wake up too, but I felt much better after. Then I proceeeded to walk back to my room. My room is small, as my brother couldn't afford much. It's surrounded by white walls and a hard wooden floor. I decorated it with a few homely touches, for example: The walls are covered in music posters, and there's a pretty rug on the floor from my old house. We had to move house as it was too hard to maintain my big old house. It reminded me of my mother, too. I slipped on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and pulled on a black T-shirt. I then put on an old leather jacket and black boots. I gave my hair a quick brush and put on a few pieces of make up. I ussually wouldn't bother, but this is the day the plan is going into action... *** I know it's short, but if I get a reader then I'll make future updates longer.
I'll get another update at a similar time to lastHas anyone got any ways that I could improve it? I don't mind critism as long as it has a reason to back it up.(Eg: "It's stupid!"-Woukd annoy me as there's no reason.Etc.)