In my previous life prior to my current life, I was born to in a household with drug addict single mother who did awful job just to get an adriliine rush, and to a father who was absent for all my life.
Each day when I woke up it was a living hell. My mother care little to none about my well-being. If I was hungry, she said to me, "If you're hungry, cook your own food. I don't care." Or if I wanted to take a bath, she always complains while handing me the soap and my wash cloth."Here's your rag, now stop bothering me and learn how to do it on your own already."
So at a early age, I had to learn how to take care of myself because, I didn't, who will? I had no memories of who's my father is and I never met my family so I had no clue that they exist in the first place.
I hated it, I never got the feeling of a mother's love and the comfort of a father's holding me in his arm. I cried a lot at night because I was alone, and I didn't know who to turn to for help.
Because of my mother's negligence, I never went to school. At day, I went back and front from the drugs den for my mother, and at night, I had to stay home all by myself while my mother went to her job to buy her poison.
But one evening at the age of ten, my life took a U-turn for the better. I was walking towards the cheap grocery store to buy groceries to prepare for dinner as I normally do.
While I was walking, I saw her, a teen girl walking down the same street with her face buried deep down into a book. She didn't realize that an obstacle was in her way and tripped over it.
I didn't know why I did it but I ran over to her, "Ari you mokay?" I asked, staring at her. Because I was uneducated, I barely knew how to speak properly.
That's the first time I talked to someone who's not my mother or the drug dealers. She looked up and said, "I'm ok, and the word is okay not mokay. Okay?" She chuckled.
"I'm sorty, I never go to shool so I didn't know how to speak goud." I stuttered, trying to form a decent enough sentence.
She chuckled, getting back to her feet. "Kid, I've also never step a foot into a school before, because of some family matter, but that didn't stop me from being smart. If you want to gain some knowledge, come to the library. I will teach you there for free."
I didn't know what was a library because this was the first time I'm hearing the 'library' and I didn't knew where was the library, so I asked her, "What's a libury?"
She chuckled, "Ok, follow me. I will show you where the library is."
We walked three blocks away from where we met and we finally arrived at the library.
"This is where the library, if you want to find me when you visit the library, ask the lady at the entrance of the library. And oh, my name is Serena, how about you?"
"My mame is idiot cunt." I chuckled, staring at her.
Her facial expression changed immediately, "That's not a name..." She mumbled under her breath. "Kid, who call you by those words?" She asked, looking at me with a worried expression on her face.
"My mommy and her special friends call me an idiot cunt so that's my name." I had zero idea that wasn't a name but an insult.
She looked at me with a pityful expression, it was like she felt sorry for me. She walked me back to where we met and we say our farewells.
The moment she left something strucked me; I forgot to buy the groceries I needed. I hurried to the store, buy the groceries, and went back home; constantly thinking about the girl and about the library.
Everyday after that, I visited the the library and I learned a lot. While we were studying together, Serena would often tell me about her dreams and that she wanted to be an astronaut and about her favorite books and food.
After we were finished studying, we would visit the park and sit under a cherry blossom tree and look at them when they were in bloom and also we would go to the local ice cream shop and buy ice cream. For some reason she liked the mint chocolate chip ice cream. I tried it once and I didn't like it because it taste like toothpaste.
Those days were some of the happiest days in that life, and I wished they wouldn't end. I enjoyed spending all of my time with Serena. We became so close she gave me a nickname, Yoshimo. I hated it at first, but it eventually grew on me, so I accepted the name.
Days flew by in a flash, months blew away like powder, and years turned into dust. Both Serena and I grew seven years older.
"Look at you, Yoshimo. When have you grew taller than me? I remember when you're just a little kid who tried to helped me off the street when I fell over, but now, you've become a man." She chuckled.
"Hey, why are you talking to be like you're way older than me? You're just three years older than me and you were also a kid that day too. And just so you know, I've always been taller than you." I chuckled, my face was blushing red.
In those seven years, I started to see Serena not just as a tutor who taught me some many things, but as the beautiful woman she became. I felt love, everyday when I saw her my heart raced like a bullet train and I became clumsy when she was staring at me for the slightest moment.
I couldn't held back my feelings for her, so one day I decided to tell her that I love her. I didn't care if she loved me back or not, I just wanted her to know how I feel about her.
The day I decided I was going to confess my feelings to her, my mother forced me to go to the drug den to pick up the poison she purchased the previous night.
On the way there, my mind was blink, the only thing I could've think about was Serena. I imagine her accepting my confess and we both started living together and had a family. But as I said earlier, not everything you want in life, you're going to get sometimes.
The moment I entered, I saw her; Serena, bowing down in front of the leader of the local drug den.
"Please stop selling my mother drugs, it's killing her! Please stop it's not just ruining her life but ours too!" She pledged with the leader.
I was so starstruck, I couldn't do anything than just stand there; for the first time I felt sadness, I felt sad it never crossed my mind that the both of us were in the same situation.
But unlike me who is helping her mother buying the poison unwillingly, she want to help her mother to stop taking it.
The leader got up from his seat and started unbuckling his pants, "If you want me to stop selling your whore mom of your drugs, blow me and my men in the back until we're satisfy." He laughed, grinning with pure bliss.
She got up, staring at his in a disgust manor. "Disgusting pigs. I will never do something like that."
He held up her chin and stared deeply into her eyes, "But I thought you wanted to save your mother? Now be a good daughter and do it."
She sighed, removing his hand out of her face. "I never wanted to use this method but I guess I have to. If you don't stop selling her, I'm going to report to the police about your...."
The leader grabbed her by the neck, and started choking her. "Report us police you say? I guess I can't let that happen then."
Immediately after seeing that, something inside of me snapped, I was like seeing her in such a dangerous situation freed apart of me that was sealed away for all of my life, pure uncontrollable rage.
I swiftly ran over to him and punched him in the right side of his lower abdomen. He released her, and fell to the floor. I fell on top of him; trying to pin him down and covering his mouth.
"Yoshimo?" She gasped for air, "What are you doing here?" Serena asked.
"Nevermind that, get out now! I can't hold him to down much longer!" I bellowed, using all of my strength into holding him down.
"But what about you? I can't just..."
I shouted, cutting her off, "Serena, it's ok just go now! Go to the police now! I will hold him down until you're back with them!"
She hesitated for a bit, "Why are you always helping me, yoshimo? You're always helping me throughout my toughest times like that day when we met, I held the book up to my face because I was crying because I just learned that my mother was a drugs addict." She thought to herself.
"Thank you so much Yoshimo, I will be back soon with the police." She eventually ran out and head straight for the police station which was fifteen street away from where we was.
He bit my fingers, freeing his mouth, "You let the bitch escape. You're a dead man now." He grinned, using his strength to pushed me off him.
The moment he was unpinned, he crawled over to where he was seating down earlier. I realized that he was heading for the seat, I tried to jumped on him to pinned him again, but he also saw I was coming and kicked me.
The kick connected across my head, I felt and heard my c1 and c2 vertebrae cracking, and my cranium felt like it was shattered into pieces.
I screamed, holding my neck, this was the first time I felt pain such as this.
He finally reached the seat, and pulled out a custom beretta m9 from the back of it. He got up and gazed on me with the intention of killing written all over his face.
"You piece of shit!" He kicked me in the jaw. I felt my lower jaw snapped, blood spewing from my mouth, after his boot connected once more.
I tried to yelled but I couldn't, all I could've done was laid there, holding my shattered jaw in hand while blood continues to spew out.
He stooped down, pressing his gun in my head firmly, "Because of you piece of shit, the police is going to raid our house! If we're going down, you're going six feet down first."
Suddenly, he squeezed the trigger of his gun, "Bam Bam Bam" three shot fired.
I felt each one of the bullets piercing through my skull one after the other. Immediately, the light in my eyes started to dim, the sound became faint, and the senses in my body started to fade away.
"Is this how I'm going to die?" I thought to myself, "Dying in a place like this? To people like this? I hate drugs. I hate drug dealer. I hate them all."
Those were the final moments of me in that life because right after that, I was pronounced dead when the police raided the drug den and saw me; laying in the blood of my own blood.
"Interesting, it looks like this mortal soul is 100 percent compatible."