Stole Your Heart

Life

Walking down the street, hands in my pockets, the feeling of the soft leather wallet I stole made me wonder what it felt like to be rich, to not have a worry in the world.

Look, technically, I wouldn't say that I stole it. I found a good opportunity since an old lady was bending down to pick something else up. I found it and decided not to give it back.

Why do I do this?

Probably because I'm mean and broke

I'm 19, I work at a convenience store and I don't have a lot of money. My life is bad. My life is not that bad.

Another Day

Another day, another Monday.

I usually walk to the bank because I don't have a driver's license or a car and put my earnings and stolen money into my bank account, but today was different.

I walked up to the Raina, a friend of mine who worked at the bank.

"Hey Emma. Deposit day I suppose. How's life treating ya? "

The worst.

"Good, how are you?"

"You know...the same ol-"

"EVERYBODY GET TO THE FLOOR! We're robbing this place so if we see anybody callin the police or causing a commotion, we'll be happy to shoot ya!"

Oh great. A wonderful day to be involved in a robbery.

There were 3 guys, all wearing ski masks and black sweaters. Cliche.

Good thing there were only around 10-12 people including the staff. Everybody got down and the robbers walked up to Raina and her colleagues, threatening them into handing over money and keys to the safes.

Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself approaching one of the robbers. As soon as he turned to me, I punched him in the face. The other one next to him tried punching me in return, but I dodged. The other tried threatening me with a gun but I twisted his arm and got hold of the gun which by the way....wasn't real. It was a toy gun.

As I was leaving my few seconds of surprise, he freed his arm quickly and pushed me to the ground.

He started approaching me with a sledge hammer which seemed real enough, handed to him by one of his buddy robbers. Dang it.

"Come on, bud. I'm sure we can figure something out. Right?" I said nervously.

He still approached me as I dragged my self backwards while still on the floor.

"Okay. I know! You seem like a lonely guy, I can be your friend. How's that sound?"

He approached me faster, looking even angrier.

I closed my eyes shut as he was about to hit me, but I didn't feel anything. Was I already unconscious? I opened my eyes and saw another man twisting the guy's arms and pushing him to the ground. He wore black clothing and a velvet jacket, his face was obscured from view because of the hat he was wearing.

He stood quietly while the robber fell down. The other robbers charged towards him but before they could get to him, they stopped abruptly in their tracks and their eyes widened as if they were in silent pain before falling to the ground. What in the world? What happened? He didn't even touch them.

Just then, the sound of sirens filled the air and 2 minutes later, cops swarmed in, got hold of the dizzy robbers and led them out, handcuffed.

"Um, thanks for helping." I said as I stood up and dusted myself off.

The mysterious man didn't acknowledge the statement and walked out.

Weird.

Just then, Raina came up to me and said, "Hey, thanks for helping. I'm glad you're okay."

"No worries, by the way, who was that guy?"

"That guy is the richest man in town, they say he has magical powers, you and I did witness some of it just now."

"Oh please...magical powers?"

"Yeah, I know, it sounds surreal but I think it's actually true. He never talks to anyone though, he just lives alone in his ol' mansion on the outskirts of the city. He doesn't renovate it or anything, it's pretty broken down."

"I see....Well, I'll get going now, I'll deposit another day. See ya."

"Oh, alright. See ya."

I exit the bank and slowly walk down the street.

My phone pings, two messages:

Loan Shark Guy: "hey, when r u going to give us back the money ya took? we told u that we won't extend the deadline past this month we've been plenty kind. "

Aunt Carrie: Hey Em! When are you coming back? Peter was able to get some McDonalds today, come asap before Jack eats it all. XOXO, Auntie Carrie.

I shove the phone back into my pocket and close my eyes for brief minute. Immediately, an image of the mysterious man pops up in front of me.