Juvin was the only name I could remember of the last person who ever used it, 15 years ago.
Born into a well to do family, I didn't just emerge with a golden spoon but a plate also.
There was nothing I needed which I couldn't get from mother and father, and as the only child you could just imagine my life then.
Father and mother were always secretive about everything even me, as from birth I had known no where else except the large mansion I lived in. However, I never felt lonely as they both understood me and kept me company everytime I needed it.
Mother's smile always kept me beaming and gave me happy days, just like the hugs from father.
Life was good for the first 10 years of my life till that stormy night arrived, as that night changed everything for good.
Tucked away in my soft king-sized bed, already busy with the numerous adventures dreamland had to offer, I was awakened by a gunshot.
Confused and sleepy as I was, I lazily stood up from the bed only to have mother barging into my room.
She wore a smile on her face, although it didn't look like the usual one this time round.
Her hands trembling she moved around quickly grabbing a few things of mine into the bag she held in the other hand.
Watching with my gaze following her every moment, I just sat on my bed with a blanked out mind and eyes which barely kept open.
Seemingly done, she grabbed onto my hand and quickly got me into one of my oversized jackets, without even knowing how she did it.
Placing headphones over my ears she lifted me me onto her shoulder, and headed out of the room.
The music from the headphones was my favorite, one about the alphabets which always sent me off to dreamland, with a fast pass.
My vision blurring as we went, all l could vividly remember before I slept off were two figures together down before. One seemed to try to give the other a warm hug, yet the other didn't want it or something of that sort.
Still, the moment before my eyes shut there was a spark of fire and he was out of reality.
What happened after, I didn't know and couldn't tell as I woked up in a wooden shed with pains all over.
Found by an old couple who were farmers, l realized I had lost my voice after whatever had happened to me.
Without being able to write a name of where I lived, who my parents were, their names or anything which could help find them, I was lost.
As of course, I had no idea what their names were since I had known them to be mother and father.
Being a mute, the old couple took me in and with them I spent a few years of my life until they arrived.
Quickly adjusting to their simple life, I lived and helped them out on their farmland.
As the only child they never had, they considered me as their own and never kept me away from their sights.
Far from society and just a bunch of farmers, they had never expected a certain company to set it's eyes on their land to a certain extent.
The day members from that so called company arrived, they said nothing and neither did they try to bargain, as the old man knew exactly what they wanted.
Seemingly noticing what would happen next unlike me, the old woman had sent me to the house. Dressing me up and with a bag of things, she directed me to runaway yet, l stood there in confusion till she suddenly dropped dead after a gun shot.
At that moment, I never knew what came over me, fear or whatever it was had taken me from the there to the City of Hank unknowingly.
Arriving at the wrong side of the city after days of wondering, I was exhausted and starved with my clothes all tattered.
Pitied or so l thought, a certain individual came to my aid and offered a half rotten piece of meat.
Hungry as l was, l gobbled up without a thought of the stench and with the brown liquid he offered - I was revived.
Innocent and peanut brained, I trusted my saviour as he grabbed my hand and led me to who knew where. Without a second thought, he threw me into the hands of the very people who made life, a living hell for me.
They were known as the Scum State and as their name, each member of their gang was a whole truckload of scumbags.
Through them, I learnt the art of theft in a span of days, as despite being mute I was a fast learner. Seen as an expendable tool, they used me more times than I was fed, leaving me usually starved and never full. To them I was a dog who just wouldn't die after a mission, trash which always managed to escape the can, every single time.
One day after years, the pang in my stomach became unbearable, and with fear of facing what others in my situation did, after stealing a piece of bread.
I decided to take a bite right from the meals, they served their hounds with. Still, in the end I was caught and had to face the very same fate.
They never considered how loyal I was despite the treatment, none of them cared as my righthand was mercilessly chopped off.
With that, l was dumped off somewhere and left for fate to decide, though l preferred to never wake up.
As fate surely was a member of the Scum State, it had nothing good for me and still kept me alive.
How l had survived, l never knew till date as l woke up in an alley with a bandage over my righthand.
Awaiting my saviour to come, though the last saviour was no where good, this one never came.
So my journey as a beggar began, eating from the trash cans I survived throughout each day, as l couldn't dare call myself a beggar to begin with anyway.
No one ever dropped a penny, in the bowl I had patched up from its broken pieces. They all passed by as of l was invisible to their eyes, not even sparing a glance- from suckling babies to the elderlies.
Still, no matter how I despised this life, nothing ever seemed to just end mine.
Going through my daily activity of leaning towards the wall, eyes closed, with my companion hunger as usual. I sat before the dark alley, abandoned just because of me of course- a privilege. I noticed a usual blind man pass by, and for the first time something dropped into my bowl, shattering it on impact.
I was overjoyed upon hearing the sound, only to see the walking stick of the man on a larger pieces of the just shattered bowl.
Raining a heap of curses with a spit, he continued and walked towards the road about to cross.
Disgusted by his attitude, l stood up and weakly neared him step by step.
Almost close to him he took a step as he made a way to cross the road and that was when l noticed the incoming vehicle.
It was coming in fast and would surely knock down the old man. Being the closest to him, l had to react and with a second thought reached out to grab him.
Just then, a scream came from around as those around didn't notice the incoming vehicle, but rather the filth which had just touched a clean person.
Grabbing onto the old man's hand, I pulled him towards me yet was weak to do so. Having noticed who it was, he used his stick to land a blow to my side as l dropped onto the ground.
Continuing on his way, l had to do something and so with all the strength l could find, I stood up and with a step caught hold of the man.
However, it didn't matter if l wanted to save him- it was too late as a sharp pain went through my entire body, and l was lifted up into the air crashing down a metre away with the old man.
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As what happens next is kinda in the synopsis, chapter two will quickly begin in the Land Of Benon. Stay tuned as chapter 2&3 will be released as stated below the synopsis.
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