All about you.

(Author's note: Normally my stories are in the 1st or 3rd person. I've being toying with the challenge of writing a story in the 2nd person. This is my attempt. I did okay until the last line.) 

All about you

Well you have time to think about it now but you probably won’t. No, you don’t lie awake waiting for the alarm feeling guilty about what you did, do you? You don’t think at all and that’s your problem. If you did, you wouldn’t do what you do, you wouldn’t ruin people’s lives. Do you think your actions have no consequences? Or do you know the consequences but just don’t care? It’s all very well saying you didn’t hurt anyone, but that just shows you don’t understand what hurt means. It’s not all about broken bones and bruises. It’s not all about physical violence. Your petty, mean violence stings in so many ways that you will never understand and in ways that take so much longer to heal.

You were in and out in a flash, picked the lock, grabbed what you needed and then fled. Okay take the credit cards and the money that’s no problem, but don’t you think the jewellery has some sentimental value? Don’t you think it means so much more than the measly amount you got from your fence? You say the insurance covers it, but the insurance can’t buy back the memories, can’t repair the damage you’ve done, can't clean the invisble stains you've left behind.

You thought you’d get away with it didn’t you? Thought the police were old dinosaurs, not clever enough to catch you; but you were wrong. And why were you wrong, because you are young, stupid, lazy, you thought you were infallible; boasting about what you did, trying to win kudos with your friends. You forgot walls have ears but more importantly those walls have mouths too, only too willing to sing if the price is right.

So now you’re locked up but that doesn’t help, that doesn’t ease the pain of the lives you’ve ruined. That doesn’t get back the things you stole – no, they are gone forever or returned but tainted - impossible to be loved in the same way because they have traces of you!  

But…but you are still my son and I will always love you.