Hadn't Acheived Thinking Yet.

It was my fifteenth birthday, I didn't have many friends but the few that I had weren't exactly ones that you would call best friends. We were the kind of friends where if they wanted to do something against the law.... I was the one to actually break the law.1

My friend Michael and his younger brother Shamous took me and the town nuisance, Cawlin, to a rundown house at the edge of town.2

When we stopped in front of the house everyone looked over at me. I just looked back at them, pretending that I didn't know why they were looking at me... but I did. I knew the full reason why they were staring at me.3

"What?" I asked them and Michael laughed. 4

"Go in." he said simply like it wasn't breaking the law to trespass onto that property.5

"What? No!" I shouted at him. "I'm not gonna go in there, there's no fucking way." I was not gonna go in there, no matter what they did to me.6

***7

Ten minutes later and I was inside the house. Two sticks of dynamite in a foam box that I held in my right hand.8

I can't believe they talked me into this. They knew I was afraid of the dark. I, of course, had not told them personally, but some how word got around and now they knew. They thought it was just another stupid fear that some retarded teens have from childhood, but I wasn't afraid of the dark itself, I as afraid of what was actually in the Darkness, half the time I knew, but the other half I was completely oblivious to what was out there.9

-They told me to set the dynamite in the house, one in the back, light it, then one in the front, light it, then ruck like the devil himself was after me. So that's what I did. I lit the one in back, ran to the front, set the last one on the open floor of the living-room. 10

My heart was racing, I thought it was going to jump out of my throat when, before I could duck into cover, the house blew up. In reaction, I looked back when I should have kept running.11

The side walls of the house blew off and outward. A smile stretched across my face as I saw the house burst into a massive ball of flames. The heat hit me like a tsunami, I was knocked onto my back and could hear Michaels' younger brother laughing or screaming or something, I couldn't tell, I listened for other noises from them... but I couldn't hear anything besides his younger brother.12

I hurried to get up and run back to the car where they were hiding behind. When I turned the corner of the car  I saw Michael bent over his brother and Cawlin with his jaw slack.13

When I walked clear around I saw that Kellin, Michael's younger brother, was bleeding from both the arm and the leg, he was crying and Michael was in complete shock.14

"What happened?" I asked.15

"Th-the shrapnel... I-I didn't think..." Michael stammered and trailed of.16

"Ugh, shit!" I knelt down next to Kellin and pressed on the wound. "Press on the one on his leg!" I instructed Cawlin, he did as he was told.17

***18

It was over five minutes before someone noticed the fire and came, by that time Kellin had lost a lot of blood, by the time the feds got there, he was having a seizure and couldn't breathe, and when they finally got him to the hospital he had died.19

Four months later Michael shot himself because he could not handle the guilt of what happened to his brother.20

Cawlin and I agreed that we were being stupid and that next time we did something stupid we would think first and figure out if it was too stupid or just stupid enough to still do it.21

The next time Cawlin asked me to go with him I declined. Two days later I found out that he had went to blow up an IRA boat. The explosion killed two civilians and himself. His friends and allies in idiocy were sent to prison.22

And that is my story of me breaking the rules.23

The Fucking End.