Where I came from - 1
Alone.
Before my life really began I had nobody, and I had gotten quite used to it. I was in Australia, literally abandoned by my father, brother, and long lost sister, and I was living in a forsaken building with an older guy and a seven year old little girl. I spent about a year and a half in secret like that. I mean… where was I to go? Nobody found out.
I never went to school and I never made friends. The surprising, yet intriguing thing about it was that I didnt mind much and I didnt really care. Everything was okay. Near us was this cool guy who owned a mini-mart type deal. We made friends with him and he fed us as long as the older guy who lived in the same building as we picked up the trash around his store everyday.
I dont remember any emotions I had around that time. Hell, I dont even remember any of me life before the age of nine or so. Another thing about me is the fact that I dont question stuff… what I mean is I dont let stuff bother me too much. For example… I have this tatoo on the back of my right shoulder. Its extremely detailed… must have taken some one days and a lot of concentration. Its of a fiery blaze engulfing a very fancy black lettered word. I never put any thought into it strangly and Ive had it since before I can remember..but…
I dont know where it came from.
Anyway, I did meet up with my good-for-nothing brother when I was twelve, he being sixteen. He informed me that our father, Jack, had fled to America when he got into trouble with the law somewhere in Queensland. He had been there for less than a year and for some reason we were going to the United States to see him. I didnt get that but it was a big change. We flew first to New York, then to Los Angeles California.
And this is where everything began…