Death Seeker

I grew up in a dirt poor family. My father was killed on my 4th birthday. My mother did everything she could to get me food. She sewed and she had a part time job as a waitress. It was kinda pathetic how she looked, but I guess thats because she rarely ate. Most of the time she would go days without eating just to make sure i had enough. Then by the time i was 5 she had found a job that fed her. I was so naive to think that some of the wicked of the world had finally lifted from my mother's shoulders. One night i noticed that she had bruises on her neck. She never did tell me what it was she was doing but I knew she was whoring around. On my 6 birthday she came home and said we had to leave that someone bad was coming. I begged her to tell me what was going on but she said she had to protect me. We drove for hours swapping buses and cabs every chance we got. Then after 3 days of driving we had to walk the rest of the way.

We ended up living in the middle of nowhere. By my 7 birthday I hunted and I did it to keep us alive. You see my mother would go into town and drink she would come back drunk so I would have to sneak out so that she wouldn't find me and beat me. On 8th birthday she came home drunk with some guys. I watched as they raped my mother. I grabbed a gun and shot them all in the arm or leg. They all jumped up and scrambled out of the house. My mother then yelled at me for hurting them. She nearly beat me to death that night before she ran out after them. I packed my bags and left that night before she got home. I knew she would probably starve and die but I didn't care. I went out and hunted to keep alive. Then I met a man named Matt. He told me he could help me and that he knew what I was going through. I told him I doubted it and to leave me the hell alone,but he didn't listen which was good for me.

He finally convinced me to give him a shot to teach me and to show me he knew. I said he had one week and he told me that was 5 extra days. He was telling the truth and after two days he convinced me. He trained me in how to fight, in how to draw a gun, how to shoot dead on, how to move quietly, and how to heal myself. He also taught me patience and he taught me how to go days without food or water, he taught me everything I needed to survive. When I was eighteen he told me to leave. I couldn't understand it and I asked him if it was a test. His response was that I was becoming too aggressive and that he taught me all he could. I couldn't believe it, another parent who kicks me aside. He told me if I ever needed him he would know and find me. I didn't doubt it the man was smart and he had a sense to him. Before I left he handed me his guns and told me that they would always keep me safe. I accepted and then left. I had my old demons to fight now so I was better off alone.