Rules- A Memoir

The serene sound of safety illuminated through my open window. I stepped out of my bulky, pitch black SUV and was devoured by sunlight. Keys jingled openly in the palm of my hand, dancing to the sun.

"Ah!" I yelped. My ripe hand jerked from the door handle. A throbbing patch of skin was wailing up at me from point blank. Damn the world, why do you have to take so much sunlight! The sun was too much to bare, off to safety. My shoes paddled the gravel, I made my way up the opaque staircase. Halted at the worn out front door, I carelessly kicked it from it's base. It swung open to reveal a partially agape interior door. The pale, finely mastered curtain didn't do any harm, as there was nothing threatening to see beyond the glass door.

All was intact; the rich, brown rails were lustrous and the stairway made it's usual crack and creek. I finally made it to my door. The green monkey key slip fumbled in my hand, but I managed to keep it in the hole. . . No click of the lock... A taste of discontent mounted itself in my tongue, as if it had all day. Deliberately, the door opened to reveal a splinter of wood, laying deceased on the floor. Damn the world, damn it to hell! I knew how it had went down.

"Where ever you are, who ever the hell you are, get the f**k out of my house!" I boomed with the bull horn that sat atop my tongue. I scoped my home. The results crashed upon me. TV, compromised. Laptop, compromised. Jewelry, compromised. Not a trace left. From under my family's nose came burgalers, not knowing what to look for, but knowing the price they'd pay. It was a price they'd never. They knew what's others is theirs if they take it; they knew how the world worked. Apparently, the door and the laptop and the TV and the dear jewelry didn't. They were never told, I'd fancy if they did!

My body stood still in the hallway, my shirt stained to a darker purple with tears. They took my laptop. They took my laptop. They took my laptop. They took my pictures, my pictures, my pictures. They took my beautiful pictures! Five thousand pictures, burnt to the ground! A sudden jult of realization came to me. They'd taken my music, my music! The dear thing that I loved the most, the dear thing I listened to everyday! They took my music, my art, my life! I weeped, but stayed up in the air, my arm posed to the wall, holding me up. God damn it! Damn it all! Why! Why? We hadn't protected it! It's my fault... A voice in my head screamed at, me. TELL SOMEONE!
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Crusade after crusade of thumping and thwarting exploded trough my ear drums as I galloped down the staircase. "Bruce!" I pleaded to the man with white whiskers, and a dented face of wisdom.

"Yes?" A profound voice echoed in the death like silence. I had to tell someone, he seemed as he could help. My voice shattered my frightened lips, but I dry crack of words came out.

"M-m-my," No! He regarded me with confusion in his face. Through the thick glasses he saw the angst in my eyes. "My house! Someone's broken in, they took my things! My moms things! Please!" The thick glasses couldn't hold back the size of his eyes, they grew large.

"What!?" He thwaped the air with a bellow. "But how could this of happened? I mean, I didn't hear anything! Where you home?"

"No! No, I just got here! My mom's not here, but someone broke in and took all of our stuff!" This time the railing didn't shake, I was still as colorful thoughts of slaying them entered my mind. A bounce in my shoes carried me up the stairwell as Bruce followed, hastily yet still slowly, behind.

Light pounced onto the splintered wood, Bruce looked in awe. "Go get your father, I'll tell everyone else."

Time sped up, it ripped me apart. The world; the timing. Maybe a minute had passed between the time I discovered the truth. Once again the glass door swung open again. I was back at my black SUV. I perched my burnt hand on the door.

"The house, someone broke in! My laptop's gone and everything!" My breath heavy, I whined.

"God damn it! What the hell?" His words portrayed the world itself. It projected the world and it's laws of life. That's just the world I'm living in; a world where no one's warned. We weren't even warned that life had rules, we'd broken the rules.