Erin
I'm back here again. I dont know why but my mind keeps replaying these scenes. the scenes that I want to forget.I'm back at the time when I had a home. Back when I had a family. Back when I hadn't turned into what I am now. There's a garden. Filled with with roses I think. Mama like roses. Her bedroom chamber was filled with the crimson flowers sent and when she pulled me into her arms and let me rest my cheek on her large breasts she smelled of them. Those crimson flowers were everywhere.
Papa never smelled of roses. He smelled of cigars and gunpowder. I don't remember what his job was. I just remember that he was barely ever home and when he was home I seldom saw him. I only heard his booming voice echoing through the hallways. What was he? Why was he so important? Why was he never home.
When I go back I never get to see much. Images here and there and muffled sounds echoing in my ears. They're always different. They're always different stages of me. That much I know. But the thing thats always the same is the darkness and screams that comes in the end. Nothing but darkness. Nothing but screams. A name being repeated and the sight of blood appears all over the place. Then theres nothing. The waking up from these images are also the same; my face drenched in sweat and my hands are always cluching the sheets. My breath isnt regular and its dark. I dont like the dark. I dont like not seeing around me. I dont like it but this dark is different from the one in my dreams. My goal in this miserable life of mine is to NEVER encounter the dark in my dreams. Its bad. Its evil. It swallows you and doesnt want to spit you out. Its where I lost myself. For good.
"Did ya wet the sheets, Erin?" That miserable old hag's face was only inches away from mine. She smelt of laundry. I realized i was gripping the sheets again as a bead of sweat made its way down my nose. I rolled over so that she wouldnt see my cheeks getting hot.
"Leave me be you, decrepit b***h." Those words were going to be regreted. I knew that but still...
"WAD YA SAY!?" she screamed over me. I rolled over again and looked her in the eye. They were milky. That seems to happen when you get old.
"I said I have a bad itch."
She looked confused. She lower her arm that was raised above her head. I was glad she doubted her hearing for she had a stick in her hand. I guess she was beating the carpet again.
"Oh." she straightened. I saw that the door behind her was wide open letting the light of the outside pour in and fill the room. My items were scattered everywhere but this was no suprise to me. I was never known for being neat.
"Well get up," Old Hag said."The day wouldnt wait for you." and with that she headed to the door. Before exiting into the world beyond my miserable room she turned to me and asked if I would fetch her some bread before noon and then she finally left.
I let myself lie in the sheets for awhile. It was the garden dream. The one with the flowers again. What could it mean? I washed up and got dressed in five minutes. I walked into the little kitchen that my room led into. Ignoring Old Hag's protests, I took the last slice of toast and headed out. Green grass. Few horses in the distance. Cows near the four room cottage. A well. A few trees and flowers and thats about it. Old Hag and myself lived on a hill over looked the village and its port. The village wasn't where I grew up. Actually I dont know where I grew up and Old Hag isn't my guardian. She isnt even a relative. She says shefound me in the woods half a mile from the cottage. She said she was looking for firewood for the winter and saw six year old me lying in the snow. Not a very interesting story. She took me in and I've been with her ever since. End of "not very interesting story." The only thing interesting about it was that I happened to be one of the be one of the elven folk. My ears ratted me out.
I made my ways down the hill to the village. People are just coming out. The shopkeepers put up their signs and sweep the front but there's no hustle and bustle...yet. I tip my hat to some people and they nod in response. I walk passed the little boys playing some game of kicking a pumpkin among. It did not look very interesting. The bakery was soon infront of me in a matter of minutes. Gody, the baker, was sweeping the dust away. He didnt notice me slip into the shop and browse a little.
Old Hag doesnt really work. She sells some milk from the cows and thats about it. Not enough to get by. That's where I come in.
Casually, I picked up a beautiful golden loaf of bread. It wouldnt matter if Gody happened to be missing one. I walked over to the far wall and drop it out the window. I left cloth under it to catch the bread anytime I need it. Gody doesn't like going behid the bakery so he doesnt know. When Gody came in, I purchased a cookie so that I didn't look suspisious. He thanked me. I left. Got my bread and headed back up the hill.
You see I'm the notorious Speed Theif of the Village. Noone knows who it is and I don't plan on telling them. All they know is that some of their belonging and products just...disappear. This is what I have become. This is my title. This is my destiny.
This is my story as well as others'. This would be a story told to the younger ones when I'm long dead and gone. this is the story of a theif, one of the last pirates and the worst thing known to us.
Its kinda long but hey u chose to read it. Hope u enjoyed
