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Setting traps and catching them.

That was the majority of what I did for a long time.

Having proper meals, gutting and eating them was the highlight of my days.

At least that's what I did for most of them.

The rest were... let's just say, they regretted ever getting into my hands.

I would put them through so many tests.

I was a curious child, and having absolute power over something weak and unable to fight back, for the first time in my life I felt like I was truly alive.

'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.'

To me, I didn't live in a safe and loving environment.

To me, it was survival. knowing when to hide, what to wear to protect what, and thinking only about the things that would set my father off and how to avoid getting his attention. That was when mother would come in handy, becoming his target.

This is not one of those shows or movies.

She didn't care about me and neither did I about her.

I would sometimes watch as he hit her, enjoying every second of it.

The many times she watched me get beaten, arms broken, legs. left hungry for days.

She didn't even look at me.

SO TELL ME WHY SHOULD I?????

I WOULD SEE ALL MY FUCKING CLASSMATES AND THEIR PARENTS, THEIR LIFE. THE WAY THEY ARE TREATED.

WHY WAS I BORN IN THAT FUCKING FAMILY????

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Sorry.

I thought I was over it, I guess not.

Do you have any questions?

i saw you writing some notes, ask away it's fine.

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How did I get access to the internet?

Internet cafes of course.

I don't get an allowance, but those lucky bastards do.

You might say I was bullying them, or why I did that to them.

I didn't think like that back then. It was survival.

They have comfortable homes to go to, parents to love and care for them.

I remember I fell once, injured my leg, there was a piece of glass that opened a huge wound. Do you know what my father said?

He said, You clumsy fuck. if i'm gonna have to pay for a hospital bill, then it should be for a good reason.

That was the first time he broke one of my limbs, my left leg.

I still have the scar you know.

We're going off track.

The internet cafe was located in my school, it was like a section by itself.

Kids are allowed to go there and play games or whatever. Not free though.

It was a place I liked to attend, I was amazed by the infinite access to all that information.

I thought the internet was the best thing, Still is.

I seemed to be gifted, though I never shared it with anybody.

My memory was rock solid.

Like I said before, I only had to read it once.

Everyday, that's where I went.

I would stay just an hour or so, before I leave.

Didn't want people asking why no one picked me up like the rest.

It would do nothing, other than to create a slight inconvenience for my father and would end up with me beaten and crying myself to sleep.

But an hour was more than enough.

Bit by bit.

I memorized as much as I could from whatever I thought I needed. Anything that i thought might come in handy.

From Self-defense guides, How to handle knives better and humans and animal anatomies To the human psychologies, the guide to the perfect lies and where to hit to properly hurt someone.

Might have not been the perfect way to go about it.

But I was 5 at the time.

I thought I was so smart for doing that.

But, as I used the net more, the better I got.

Till weeks passed by, that's when i started reading proper books in the library across the street, this time i had no time limit, my father always comes home late, drunk and mother is most likely dancing the salsa with Putin on mars.