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I was born again in on june 5 1992 to a young couple both at the age of 20 in Charleson Carolina. This place was filled with both light and dark. During the day all you could see were the good in people, but at night you saw the real person within them. This was just a start of what was to come a day of good and a night of truth that wasn’t to be let known to a normal child of this age. When I was born I could still remember the awful memories of hell and the painful memories of the crusifiction for they could not be forgotten of or spoken about till the right age. For 3 years I layed there screaming in silence staring out the window to the world of thinking what would come of this. The worst day was when my mom left me but it was for the best or she would have been hurt for what I am to become.
Year after year I had the same dream that I was to become a hunter killer and a bringer of . There was fire pain suffering things that would make someone that was mute scream in fear till it ended. After those painful nights during those years I would be in a rage for no reason it had seemed as if the dream had inflicted me in some way. I was yelled at to stop although I couldn’t and it felt good to be what I was a person that had a past before they were born. There were happy times and sad ones but nobody ever remembers those as they are not important to people only bad ones are and those are what I feed apon. I used to be a great kid living in a shalow world.
In georga were I lived for the beginning of by child hood I was giving empathy loving everyone showing no pain or anger. I was never made fun of or laughed at wich seemed odd but never really payed as much attention as I should have. Elementry was a fun place were I could relax be who I wanted to be free loving, caring, and all of the good things. I would relax at home playing games and listening to music thinking that I would someday be some one like my dad. I did the average childish things and plade the child games. I would go to the creek walk for a wile enjoy the sound of nature, follow tracks, and everything woodsy. I wold go to bed in piece the dreams never came back to me no mater how the day whent wether it was bad or good.
During one summer we moved again, I was at the age of 7-8. All the calmness suddenly whent away and something cought my eye fire and steel. I felt an urge come over me to build something of blades that would cut he flesh and leave one screaming of pain and agony. As it turned out I could only make a blade to fit my wrist. These blades where 1’6 and came in threes attached to black leather that would attach to my wrist. But I could not make a sword to save my life even after hours of reading on how to I just gave up. For days I trained with my blades with dummies and in gyms with my punches. They got more and more powerful soon I gave up my dream of being a marine and focused on boxing.
When I when to Illinois I thought it would be back to regular life but the dreames came back this time they were worse and more painful. The first day there I was already getting made fun of for my accent and weight it was like nothing iv ever felt it was humiliating and it hurt. I ceped the felling inside of me neve saying a word not feeling an emotion at least I didn’t show it. At night was the worst time I had to endure not only did the dreams come mor often but they got worse.
Then there was a picture of a serpant or or something of the sort. It was wearing a crown of dimonds with all over its face, its eyes were that of a serpent but its other figures were human it moved at incredible speeds and strength, though it was dark its features seemed bright as day. It left me a message saying to be careful or else I would turn up like the thing you see befor you. It had sead it was filled with anger and rage but did good for those that deserved it andt that there is a future for me it just depends on how I lived my life here and how I took controle of my feelings. One thing was for sure about that night if it was a dream or real if I could help it I would never end up like that for fear of the look.
So for a year I thought about what happened that night never letting anyone knoe what happened. Though that thought was burned into my skull it got harder for me not to be filled with anger and . No dared cared how I felt or knew or wanted to know about me so I keped in silence and whispers.