Throught the Eyes of a Regretful Man

I guess my time was over. My sins have condemned on me. Never shall I have confessed, as I have done undignified acts. I assume it’s deserving. But, my last thought would have been my own child taking my life. At this point, my head started flooding with the thoughts of the year 1889 , when it all started.

FLASHBACK.

21 years old. Single. Professional Robber. Selfish Man. 

I’m a cold-hearted hooligan and I cherish it. A wife wasn’t of interest for me. This is the age of eloping during your minor years. It’s disgusting. I’m okay with being by my lonesome and not have a single soul to tell me I’m doing anything wrong. Trust me I am aware of my behavior but it’s what captivates me, so it shouldn’t be a issue. But of course, my life comes with some defects. I must reside in this dreary, overcasting town. When I was sixteen, my parents abandoned me. Therefore I had to live alone.  Basically, they both moved to Peru to restart their lives. Bearing a rascal child with attention deficit disorder was probably their worst blessing. I was quite affected because as my own parents they could relinquish me so quickly. I stopped questioning when I was 18, and I decided to finally be a independent person. That shows just a slice of how horrible of a person I could be. So, my parents basically put me on house arrest for the rest of my life because the police always has to inspect the house and make sure criminal activity is not present. They have left a small part of their fortune with me. Also this statement, “we have left this money under your name so you choose if you want to misuse it or act like a educated man we wanted you to be.” A good 15 and six zeros. Of course, I could buy some gold that I could put by my bedside and stare at. But I’m just using the money to pay the mortgage on the house. Might as well make them proud in spirit. I didn’t want to waste my parents money, so I didn’t.

But the town is one of my main concerns. It seems like the sun skips the town altogether. The people are disrespectful and impoverished. Begging for a single coin as soon as I step out of my dwelling. I was known to be one of the richest in the town. Which was easy to enjoy but it came with people expecting to share your earnings with you. Such displeasing behavior. I am usually always out of town because I do have a job in a retirement home three hours away. I love this job. The elderly people love me because I try to show my full respect towards them. The pay is not the greatest but it comes with something special about getting trusted by these old people. Their keys.

Why their keys? It’s because I get full access to their rooms at all times. 

Meaning money. Lots of it.

I’ve kept a oath to myself so that I wouldn’t waste my parents money. Therefore, I’ve created my own method; stealing. All I have to do is steal from helpless old ladies! My life was effortless and painful, such a breeze! I was never caught because I am slick but the old geezers can barely see and can barely figure out that six hundred bucks is missing from their wallet. But yes, I was caught one day. That day, a miracle and a disaster happened to me and it was something I couldn’t forget about since. I was driving to work at my regular time, four a.m, and I was half asleep. Driving three hours to work everyday didn’t phase me after I started to get used to driving on the road half asleep. I picked up a cinnamon-raisin bagel, a muffin and black coffee as I did every morning. I wind down the window and let the early morning air blow through my hair. Right hand on the wheel, left hand holding a burning cigarette. I would arrive at the Hertford Retirement Lodge by eight a.m and I would greet all of the old people who liked me. My job was to basically wake them up, state the schedule and insure they were all still breathing. Room 13 was where Mrs. Holland stayed. She was rich and would always bring one of her eighteen grandchildren to visit her and for her to give them some allowance. I wanted some allowance too. When the day finished I sent all of the men and women to sleep. But I still had one job to finish. I was working after hours so all of my co-workers have left. So I stole one of the extra keys that were found at the front table and I reticently walked to her room door, and pushed the key slowly into the key hole. Each ridge of the key was delayed a couple minutes as I forced it in, thus, innocent Mrs. Holland wouldn’t suspect a thing. I turned the door knob, so cunningly that even she would have laughed. I slithered in like a snake ready to attack it’s prey. It was pitch black but there was a lantern burning in the corner. I closed the door as calmly as possible. Yes! I am re--

A voice, I heard, of a timid, terrified girl cries out, “wh.. wh..who’s th.. there?’

OF COURSE. Mrs. Holland had a visitor. I didn’t respond. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t even breathe. “SHOW YOUR FACE!”, the little confident, stinker yelled. Then, she picked the already burning lantern and revealed my face. The light was blinding so I squinted my eyes. I couldn’t think of what to act upon quick enough so I walked backwards and I knocked my back onto the door.

“GET OUT OF THIS ROOM NOW!”, she yelled once more. This girl was mad, like psychotic mad. I was here to steal your money not your vital organs! I scanned the door with my hand facing backward and found the door knob. Before I could even turn the knob, the woman screamed and Mrs. Holland jumped up and turn on the room lamp. “INTRUDER! INTRUDER! INTRUDER!”, Mrs. Holland screeched. I got a glance at Mrs. Holland wrinkled face and opened mouth as saliva ran down her lip because she wasn't wearing her dentures. But as my eyes gracefully, gently and tenderly laid eyes on that beautiful girl, the power of love was pumping through my veins.  I could never forget those amazing pair of light blue eyes. Like a beautiful dove. The view burned away as the fires of hell felt like it was nested in my left eye. This foolish, attractive lady threw the candle that was found in the lantern at my eye. My eye sizzled and bubbled. I was still able to turn the knob of the door and run for my life. I felt like my left eye was going plunge out of it’s socket but