It all started when he came into my life. I was robbing a shop with my mates cos we were piss poor and there he was, watching us go about our business as if we were shopping or something. He told me that I had a choice, but what would he bloody know? My mum had stopped taken her meds and I came home to find her off her rocker. Carting her off to the looney bin wasn't something I enjoyed doing. My mates were my family and I'd never do anything to abandon them. We were gonna get a council house together, if only they'd get a bloody job. I was the only git who worked. That's where he found me. The weirdo with dark cropped hair and blue eyes called Scott. The goody two shoes kept talking to me about having the choice to change my life.
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