"Marlowe do you ever think abut someone other than yourself?"
"Marlowe do you think they would be proud?"
"Marlowe do you realise that they loved you and would never have wanted this for you?"
No. No. No!
They would not be proud, they did not care, if they had of they would not have left me on the door step of this house, they would not have scribbled that little note that said take her, we cant look at her any longer, she is a grim reminder, a reminder of her. I looked just like her too. Just like my twin sister who had died a couple years after birth. She had been brutally murdered, next to me in the crib, the killer would have gone for me next... but father was there and he was screaming and the man ran from the room, small drops of scarlet following his wake, my sisters life ripped from her body.
They must have loved her.
They might even have loved me.
"Marlowe I demand you stop this nonsense now. Put that smoke out, there will be none of that under this roof!"
My pale fingers play with the lighter, causing a burst of heat to erupt in the form of a flame. I raise an eyebrow at the woman and smile sharply before lifting a cigarette to my lips, lighting the end quickly. I take a deep breath in, inhaling the smoke, inhaling the substance which would be my murderer in the end.
"Marlowe I am warning you-"
"No." The word slips past my full lips, laced with smoke. Climbing to my feet I walk from the room, the smell of smoke my companion.
"do you know any other word but no?" I hear the woman mumble.