Crackled Blood

13/10/2012 If it was up to me, Things would be different those who I loved would still be alive. My sister would still be alive. The pigs will be coming soon, they will question me of course and if I'm lucky then I'll get away with no cost since I didn't actually have anything to do with their deaths. But they are unpredictable just like all man, they are reckless and quick to judgement... They will not stop me from killing him. °.°.°.° Choices. Everything I did was based on a choice; to run or reveal, to hide or fight...to let go or be damned. When I ran from the house it was a choice, I could've stayed. When I dropped out of school it was a choice, I didn't have to. All my friends probably would've said that those choices were wrong but how could I have stayed? How could I have lived without making the person who killed my mother and sister pay? There was no way I could. The journal in my hands was tattered with the leather cover starting to pull apart, a sigh slipped out my lips as I placed it into my backpack. It was filled with bits and pieces of my past; a broken hairbrush, a picture, some stale cookies, my journal and pencil case and lastly a bottle of water. I grabbed the bottled water taking a large gulp before pouring a little into my cupped dirty hand using it to clean my hands and splash my face, unfortunately, I couldn't waste any of my water on my hair, not until it rained. The only item I had which was worth anything was my Blackberry Curve phone which I'd gotten from my aunt a few years ago, it was my first and only phone I've ever had. I would've sold it ages ago if it wasn't all I had to contact my friends and transfer data, I guess the cops would call me a cybernetic genius or more commonly, a hacker. I huffed as I swung my backpack on, I had to keep moving. The sun was lowering and the breeze had begun to pick up, I had another choice; sneak into a hotel or sleep outside and attempt to make a fire. The only problem with trying to sneak into a hotel is finding a vacant room, hacking into the systems to put my info in there and making sure I didn't get caught. Was the risk worth it? It would be heavenly to have a shower and get sleep on an actual bed... I quickly did my shoelace and pulled my hood up, It was always an adrenaline rush whenever I thought about doing something reckless as well as an underlying piece of fear. But the fear couldn't stop my legs, it couldn't stop my heart from racing and it couldn't keep me from jumping from roof to roof. The feeling was unimaginable, the feeling... Of being free.