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Prologue

My life has been a living hell since the day I was born. My mother died giving birth and my father turned out to be nothing but a demon in disguise. At an early age, my father started to hit and burn me with his cigarette. At night it didn’t get any better as every night I had to sleep on the cold floor in the outdoors. Due to my scars I got bullied until the point of leaving, school, thinking:

“What’s the point of it? I don’t have a future anyway.”

Then I turned into some sort of courier, with the difference that I sent drugs instead of letters. I hated it so much but complaining was worse. The first time I tried it and I got kicked, punched and my nails ended ripped off. He always was saying things like “Due to this I keep you alive, fucking asshole and you still complain?” while torturing me. Despite this was my everyday life, there is still one day I can’t forget, no matter how hard I try, I remember it. That day of heavy rain and storm, in March 1997. It was dark outside and I was lamed on the floor of the living room because earlier he did his “special treatment”. Suddenly, just when I was about to sleep, I heard strong bangs at door, one stronger than the other. I rushed to check through the peephole who was there and I saw two women holding him, one on each arm. I slowly walked away when I heard his scream:

“Oupen thi doar!”

Even I didn’t understand the whole sentence I had fallen backwards, I barely could stay still but I reached to open the door.

“Who could you be, little boy?” Said the woman on the left.

“I’m the housekeeper of this house.”

“Do you know this man?”

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“No, I have never seen him”

Just about to close the door, the right woman said:

“Impossible, he gave this exact direction and we came to bring him back, he caused a lot of troubles and we had to kick him out of our bar so take him in.”

“I don’t know that man,” I repeated hoping they would abandon him on the main street but for my bad he woke up, that bastard could still see me with his eyes, full of fury and I knew already what would happen at that moment.

“Y-youo litale shitee.”

I didn’t understand what he spoke but soon he punched me so hard that I ended up with a broken tooth and bleeding.

“W-we d-don't want any trouble s-so we are leaving, bye,” said one woman running as if her life depended on it. The other remained paralyzed unable to spell a word when my father grabbed her hair and pulled her in, leaving the door open. Crying, screaming and resisting to my father, but useless as he was stronger and with a single blow closed her mouth.

“Afe enti wih er, yuou will ba nest, litale fucc.”

Guessing by the glaze he gave to me, I was going to die. Firstly I started laughing like crazy after he was gone, then I gazed down while my tears run down and finally I decided to finish everything that night. I went to the living room and I took the shotgun he had under the couch. Trembling with my cold hands, I unlocked the trigger and aimed at my head.

Just when I was going to press it, all of a sudden I contemplated a flashback of my life. I believed that could only happen in fantasy, but because of it I didn’t do it, one second separated life from death and made me rethink about it. Instead, I went to his room, I slowly opened the door of the room and by the time he found out what was happening I successfully realized three shoots, finishing off his miserable life and saving that woman. With my father deceased I had nothing to keep me attached to that house, and I didn’t want to get arrested as I didn’t deserve it that dead bastard wasn’t going to keep my life a living hell. In a hurry, I only managed to take the clothes I had on and the shotgun.

Feeling safe gave the last glaze to what kept me away from freedom. But I was aware that my life was going to give a one hundred eighty degrees twist and that living would never be the same.

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