Chapter Ten -> One
Double Jeopardy
I was young enough I had no concept or need to consider money.
I don't remember much from before this moment in my life, if anything at all. This is the root I suppose of what makes me, me.
It was a random spontaneous moment.
I was blamed for missing money.
This was the first traumatic moment in my life where I started shutting the memories out of mind. I didn't want to remember something I couldn't even begin to fathom or understand why.
The first time I was accused of stealing money, I have nothing to go off of because I didn't do it. What I remember is what happened after.
Back when people used to go get VHS's to watch a movie.
When I was still wounded and reeling after the first time I was framed by stealing.
This is the movie we watched soon after, I know we watched this movie together!
I wish I could make this chapter more dramatic and exciting, but I have nothing to go off of. I can't remember a memory of something that never happened.
This was the movie that inspired or convinced me to move forward with thievery. I didn't start stealing until after I was blamed for something I didn't do.
My thinking at the time was, if I'm going to deal with the punishment, why not get the reward?
I was rarely if ever actually caught for stealing when I did do it.
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One question remains.
Who framed me?