Downfall of Arms and All Things Beautiful

Chapter 9


I didn't know what to do anymore. Our mother was in the bath tub, dead, Troy was crying his heart out, and I was confused and terrified.

Did she do this herself?

Did someone else kill her?

What will we do now?

I hugged myself tightly and slumped against the hallway wall, listening to Troy sobbing from his bedroom.

Suddenly, it came to me. I painfully lifted myself off the floor and glided on a cloud of emotion to Troy’s bedroom.
“Troy,” I breathed in his ear, “Come with me; we’re leaving.”


In less than 10 minutes we were out of the house and walking briskly towards the nearest Underground.
Troy held onto his small, Spider-man suitcase, his eyes red and swollen, while I carried a large back-pack. I bought some tickets with some money I had found in my dead mother’s purse and we waited quietly for our transport to arrive.

In less than 20 minutes, we were at our Grandmother’s house.

In less than ½ an hour, I was on my way to the airport.

In less than an hour, I had stolen someone’s ticket and passport, and was on my way to France.

I was on my way;
to Peter.