Ezra:
It is 4:00 in the morning a weird time to be awake I know that but I can't help it. I couldn't sleep at all tonight I have been having a weird dream and kept on seeing flashes of my past. And trying to go to sleep I started to fall or at least feel like I'm falling it was terrifying and painful and it just kept getting worse.
I was falling in an empty dark pit without a single source of light or warmth, a dark pit where I couldn't see anything happening around me, a cold pit and most importantly a pit in which I felt weak. It felt as if every muscle and bone in my body weren't obeying me instead they acted against me, when I tried to move my arm it twisted and turned chaotically and painfully.
That sensation as if my muscles were tearing themselves apart, it was a sharp stinging pain at first but as it continued it started burning and my bones did not feel any better since they also started to shatter and bone fragments flew in every direction out of my skin. My legs felt a crushing sensation too as if they were being trampled by a hoard of elephants, they started bleeding to the point of turning completely white. My head bulged in pain as my ears started ringing, my nose bled like a river and when I tried to shout for help I couldn't hear myself scream and no one came to help me out. It was a place where no one can hear you scream
As I kept falling I noticed that the walls of the pit were closing in on me and I still couldn't move even a finger to help myself and sometime in between all of that my lungs started to fill up with water I was losing breath and for the last minute or so that pain was like your lungs exploding in slow motion. But somehow I was still alive as if I was only meant to experience the pain but not die, even though in this state I was as good as dead.
I kept falling and as the walls around my drew closer and closer I thought I would finally die here and wake up in my bed but I didn't. The walls barely scraped my shoulders before they disappeared along with all the pain I was experiencing a fraction of a second ago. I found myself laying on the ground of my home planet as my four year old self and in my four year old body again! And reliving my worst days.
I was on the dirty and cold sidewalk begging for food and shelter once again with my torn up clothes, barefoot, in the freezing snow. I'd do anything to not relive those days. I was headed home that day when I saw a wealthy man whom I assumed would have some spare change since he wore a suit, a gold watch embedded with jewels and shiny leather shoes. His face was groomed and taken care of too so I slowly approached him making if he had some credits (today's equivalent to money) to spare to which he simply scoffed.
"Boys get this worthless scum out of my way at once! " He ordered.
Suddenly a group of other men surrounded me and started to punch me mercilessly until I fell to me knees crying in pain. I was weak and small, of no significance to that man and when they finally finished beating the shit out of me they tossed me on the ground and the man casually stepped on my back as he kept walking. No one came to help me nor even ask if I needed help they just stared at me.
At that time I wondered what I had done to make him so angry, what a fool I was. Now I know that he was probably a government official to whom I didn't seem worth his time so he decided to punish me for trying to support my poor starving family. I returned to my ill mother without food nor credits to get any food. And since I was the only child of my family I was the main breadwinner and every day I couldn't get enough my mother suffered even more. As for my father he had died a year earlier due to falling ill and because we couldn't afford treatment his health deteriorated day by day until his body gave in and succumbed to death and my mother couldn't mentally recover from that which affected her health very badly.
I used to fight with other children my age in dumpsters to secure any food I can find. Many on my home planet lived the same miserable life I lived, but some people were always more fortunate, those being government officials. While the vast majority of my people were poor and scavenge for food, officials always had more than what they needed or knew what to do with yet they would never give to the less fortunate and I to this day and since that encounter with that man despise them with a passion.
I kept scavenging over the years as a means to survive and help my mother in hopes. If I wanted to get a job I couldn't because there weren't even enough jobs for the grown-ups. Of course at that time I was blind and naive unable to see the true injustice and corruption and I just thought that I was less fortunate than others until a fateful day when I was 13 years came along that day thought me everything.