Midnight, he was wondering around city, it was quiet, perhaps he wanted to avoid causing any trouble or bring any harm to innocents, he choose such area with barely any street lights and really small houses. He almost looked like wondering soul.
His height was decent, he was not too tall like 6 feet neither too good looking, only thing that could make him special were his big dark eyes. But only thing one could see in his eyes was despair, there was no hope. Anyone looking into his eyes could feel unknown pain. No one could imagine what he went through or how could someone have such eyes.
He walked to a small house and knocked on door. It was really quiet, awake many neighbours this time of night. Many dhad dogs which started barking. He was about to knock twice but someone opened door.
"It's you again", there was old woman looking at him. Even though she was almost 70, you could still tell by her appearance, she was not bad in her young age.
"Do you have some extra food", he looked at her with little hope. That was his daily routine, knocking on other people's door during midnight, asking for food. Maybe he was too ashamed to beg at day time in front of public. Now he even knew which house could share some food and which would scold him or even call authorities on him.
He always knocked on her door after realising she would always share some food if she had some left after dinner. Most of the time she would share her food but there were days when she didn't had extra food to give, he couldn't expect her to cook extra food for him everytime.
Sometimes, she tried starting conversation with him but other than asking for food, he never said any word. He always kept his distance from everyone for some unknown reason.
"Here", old woman brought him some food. He took it and turned around to leave like always.
"How long are you going to beg, you are still young and healthy, you should think about way to earn and feed who really can't earn food" Old woman started her lecture like usually. She knew there was no point, he will be at her door again in day or two. She never said no to him for some unknown reason unless she was out of food.
Like always, he kept walking away after getting his food, ignoring her lecture.
"Wait, how about helping me clean my house everyday and I will give you food to eat as payment. I am getting old and my old bones are not up for all the cleaning anymore".
He stopped for a second before continuing walking away until disappearing into darkness.
She sighed and closed the door.
Next morning, he was standing near same small house, watching ambulance taking her away. There was crowd gathered, after listening to people around he realized she had strong heart attack last night which caused immediate death.
"Looks like I cursed her too" he muttered to himself.
While keeping his distance from everyone, he looked at small house one last time before turning around and leaving as far away he could from this neighborhood. He couldn't risk staying at same place anymore, his bad luck already started to effect innocent people here.
He walked for hours until he left city and reached abandoned village. He came in front of small hut and used key to open lock. It was small room, only furniture there was old bed and small cabinet. On right side of hut there was small toilet and kitchen.
It's been long since he came to this place after death of his father, only family he had since he was born. He lay down on bed staring at ceiling, old memories start rushing in his mind.
His mother died giving birth to him. His father always blamed him for his mother's death and every problem in his life. He even gave him name Jinx, without caring about any objections from his mother's side of family.
Only reason he could even start his study was his Uncle (Mother's brother) threatening his father to take him to authorities. His father Sam always came home drunk at night. He only needed small reasons to beat up Jinx, sometimes he would hit him for no reason just to blame him for all the wrong happened to his life.
Jinx was used to it now, he never cried or beg to his father to stop. He would just sit there like dead body and let Sam torture him however he wanted to. At this point Jinx even started to believe his father, he was the reason for his mother's death and all the problems in their lives.
Until Jinx turned five when everything started to change.