Just another backstory

Welcome back, if you're still here congratulations. Also; it's Levi talking right now, not the author, the author can eat shit. I'm here to give you more information regarding my lonely life. Again, I am Levi Ackerman, a thirty-eight year old businessman in New York, New York.

If you read the summary of the book you would know I've lost everybody I loved, let's go back a bit, shall we?

I was born December 25th in a cold, small, cramped apartment. My mother was a young-ish prostitute who had gotten pregnant while working, and decided to keep the baby. Lucky me, I guess.

Life was kind of shitty, no I take that back, it was a lot shitty. We were poor and I was too young to care for myself properly. The room I stayed in was dusty, small, and had questionable stains almost everywhere. Mother often brought home men and not long later I'd hear strange noises coming from her room. Noises I can now distinguish as moans and etc.

At the age of seven, my oh-so caring mother got sick with a disease, we couldn't afford to get her medicine so after a few weeks of being sick, she died. I was left in this small apartment, with my mother's corpse and little food.

I'd been there around... a week I'd say? Out of food and with barely any water left since the water bills hadn't been paid because, well, my mother was kind of dead. Some sort of unworldly force must've felt bad, or some sort of shit, because something sent my uncle to have a sudden urge to check up on my mother.

They must've had a good relationship where she kept in contact with him, because there he was. Knocking on the door. When nobody answered, he took the liberty of knocking down the goddamned front door.

Only to, off course, discover his dead sister and her half-starved orphan child whom he didn't know the existence off. But being the 'kind' man he was, he took me in. Raised me till I was sixteen, sent me to school, taught me self-defense, and then, wouldn't you know it, disappeared.

So not only did I watch my mother die, and was stuck in a room with her rotting corpse, I was also found by her brother whom I wrongly thought was going to raise me, only to be abandoned.

I was sixteen, at least, so I got a job at a factory that made cleaning products, and kept on with my schooling. From there I made money and learned to mix chemicals to make something that would clean the surfaces of one's home, business, etc.

While working there I became friends with my to-be best and only friend, Farlan. But like the naive person I was, I got attached. Which I was to soon regret.

A little while after I'd formed my friendship with Farlan, I met some girl at my school who'd been protecting a bird from some bullies. Her name was Isabel and we soon formed a small friend group.

Isabel insisted on calling me 'bro' and we'd hang out often. Soon to come, we were eighteen, and starting college. I got admitted into Yale, but they weren't as lucky to get into a good college so I ended up going where they went; which was Strayer University. Not bad I guess, I mean at least they got into college.

During our lunch break a shooting broke out, men with guns came shooting aimlessly. I signalled for them to play dead but they didn't notice me, and got shot. Weeks after neither of them woke up in the hospital, until one fateful day they'd died. Farlan at 2:37 AM and Isabel at 4:52 PM. I was yet again alone in the world.

My last loss was recent, I was thirty-four and by now extremely wealthy. My friend and co-worker, Erwin Smith, got in a car accident. Some fifteen year old blonde kid ran in front of traffic and the car in front of him braked but he didn't notice in time. He hit the car and for some twisted reason his airbags didn't deploy, he was flung through the glass window. Announced dead upon arrival of 911.

There's what has happened during my lifetime, with more to come.