In a word, my life has been hell.
I never knew my parents as I was left behind a broken down church leaving only a piece of paper containing my name as soon as I was born.
If you were thinking that I was brought up by a prophet, then you are dead wrong. I was found by a slave trader who was looking for unfortunate people to auction off in The Big City.
I then spent the next nine years of my life bound in chains.
While growing up, I learnt the hard way how to live. I never talked to anyone unless spoken to, I never looked up at people unless when being addressed, I never clean myself except for situations in which a customer comes to buy slaves. Hell I didn't even sleep unless given the permission.
As time went on I then grew used to my situation. And then came the day to which I would be bought.
My owner is a man well know in the slum as Diablo. He is what people called an underground mafia boss. He is the one who set the rules in the slum and nothing is done without his notice.
After a few days staying with Diablo, I got accustomed to my new life. I spent my time serving the boss in the stripper clubs he owns, I go on errands (errands being me going out and finishing off some folks), and whenever he needs to vent off some stress, I am his favourite punching bag.
Well, being beaten up is not all that bad, as I could also learn various forms of attack and defence.
I think two years passed by and like any other underground boss, Diablo era came to an end after being killed by an assassin sent by one of his rivals.
I don't really remember what happened after that but time went by, I got out of slavery and began my life as a free man.
My life was kinda lonely as my daily drive is only to hustle and pass through the day. I never got plenty too eat as I was used to starving. I never slept in a house 'cause I was used to sleeping in a cage. I just tried my best trying to live a semblance of what one can call life.
Long story short, years later I came in contact with cancer, blah blah blah, I didn't want to treat it simply because I didn't have the money and I have given up on life. Blah blah blah, I was depressed. blah blah blah, I wanted to use what little time I had left to enjoy a little bit of comfort, blah blah blah... I died.