Living in their lie

‘When did my eyes get so cold?’

I thought as I stared back into my own eyes. My blue eyes that were once bright and shiny were now dull and cold. I had the eyes of an old man who had lived far too long and I was only 14 summers old. I guess that’s what happens when you’re alone in this world and almost everyone wants you dead.

The sound of the market was like the sound of a battle field, loud and chaotic. I quietly walked to a food stand, the merchant busy with other customers. I quickly grabbed a loaf of bread stuffed in my pocket, stood there for another 4 seconds then walked away. I had done this many times. After I had stole the bread you just keep walking deeper into the market. If the merchant notice you stole something, he would lose you in the endless crowd. A kid, who looked around ten, bumped in to me. I spun around and grasped his wrist that held the bread I had just stolen. I saw the fear in his eyes. Signing I released my grip.

“Next time…don’t get caught” I told him.

He gave me a small smile, nodded then ran off.

I may be a lot of things…but I would like to think that I’m a good, if not decent, person.

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