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Hi, I'm Sacaroth, a teenager who had a bit of a streak of bad luck throughout my life. Let's start with my first sign of bad luck.

When I was half a year, my biological father cheated on my mother, who left him and got into a relationship with an old friend from highschool. My biological father died when I was six, when I was 7, we lost our home, same thing happened twice when I was 8, having us drift around hotels and friends houses for the next six years.

My mother was running a non-profit that just started, and the man I recognized as my father was a contractor to help pay the bills. but let's not spend time on this. Its the middle of winter.

As I was walking home from school when the local bullies came and beat my legs with some bats. As I was limping back home, a semi-truck came barreling down the road, as we lived near one of those highway/town roads.

I tried to run out of the way, but I slipped on some black ice, falling flat on my back, hitting my head. In a daze, I continued to crawl to at least save my upper half when the truck ALSO slipped on some ice. Long story short, my head got crushed by a fallen truck, while the rest was sticking out. well, most of my upper half survived I guess. All I know is I blacked out from either my sight being blocked, or my possible concussion. Somehow, I was walking up, but not in a familiar place.