I really should stop posting my literature assignments on here, but... I found somewhere that "the worst thing you write is better than the best thing you don't write." Assuming we're not talking about random lousy gossip about pig's foot syndrome, I guess we can be willing to spin with it. After all, "the world, you see, keeps turning, and we must turn with it." Again, assuming we aren't including spineless conformation here, we can go along with that as well. So. I wrote something.
Anyway, I'm not so happy with it. But feedback would be nice.
Kleptomania is an irresistible urge to steal items of trivial value. People with this disorder are compelled to steal things, generally, but not limited to, objects of little or no significant value, such as pens, paper clips, paper and tape. Some kleptomaniacs may not even be aware that they have committed the theft.
Two years ago my sister Ema crossed a road and never made it to the other side. All I remember was golden hair and blue dress flying across the street like a marionette, the screeching of tyres and cars honking maniacally. Next came the screaming, which became wailing which, later on, slowly merged into some sick form of internal cavity. Then, one day, with the gradual fluttering open of the largest pair of coffee-coloured eyes, the world unfroze and started moving again. Just like that.
Ema was almost the same Ema she was before the accident. She still smiled the same way; even more often than before. In fact, she hardly ever stopped smiling, and she became a lot more musical too. She made up rhymes and tunes to express herself when she was upset or frustrated.
Of course, we were told, slight personality changes were to be expected. Ema was considered extremely lucky to have recovered at all after the degree of traumatic head injury she had incurred. The only thing that really gave her away was this new habit she had developed: stealing.
Ema wasn’t a bad person. It was compulsive. Half the time she didn’t even realize she was doing it.
