Hi, my name is Skylar and this is my story.

I remember when I was 4 years old my dad left, I remember my mom's face while he was walking out of the front door, I ran after him hoping that I could make him stay, that was my first mistake.

When he drove away I watched his car disappear more and more, I was watching it all happen.

When I got back inside the house, everything was a mess, I tried to find my mom, but she had locked herself inside her room.

"Mom?" I asked with a shaky voice from crying.

She answered, "Leave, the last thing I need is to see that face once again".

At that time I didn't understand what she meant by that, but the days went by and I slowly realized my mom saw my dad when she looked at me.

She hated him so much, so seeing me was a burden, she would remind me that every day and the longer I waited and hoped for the day my mom would talk to me instead of him through me never came.

I remember she got more and more violent the more days there went by and if it wasn't her, it was just one of her boyfriends.

When I was 6 years old, one of her boyfriends at that time was drunk and I was asleep, I heard footsteps and slowly woke up.

I won't go into details about it and I never told my mom about it and even if I did, she wouldn't believe me or she just couldn't care less.

When I was 7 years old, it was my first school day in first grade, and I was so excited.

I had my period, I didn't know what it was at that time, and the way I figured out I had it, was some kids laughing behind me.

One of them came up to me and made a sh!tty joke about it, I realized what he was making fun of and ran out of that class so fast.

When I came home I heard weird noises from my moms' bedroom, it wasn't something new to me, I already knew what she was doing, so I went to my room hiding because of the embarrassment.

Sometime after I heard my mom's phone calling, it didn't take long for her to almost kick my door open, just to yell at me for skipping school.

I tried to explain myself, but she saw the red mark on my bed, she then looked at me again and just said "Next time don't overreact like that and just ask me".

She left and some minutes after she came in with some stuff to it and taught me how to use it.

That was the most wholesome moment I had with my mom after so many years.

When I was 10 years old, I saw my mom get beaten up by an @sshole, I tried to help, but when I did, he just grabbed me by my neck and started yelling at me.

I remember he was loud, but I don't remember what he said, to be honest, I was only focusing on my mom, she finally sat up again and tried to tell him to stop.

I couldn't breathe, she had no energy to do anything and I thought I was dying, then he stopped and I fell to the floor.

He walked over to my mom and yelled at her, I was crying quietly because I was so scared, but I didn't make a sound and just covered my ears and closed my eyes.

I couldn't run, I couldn't even stand up, I was so weak.

I remember when I was 15 years old and a group of guys figured out I was a lesbian, and thought it would be fun to follow me and my best friend around.

When she left because she needed to go home, they kept following me, when I finally confronted them.

One of them tried to grab me, but he didn't because I just ran as fast as I could.

They followed me and when I came around a corner of a building, I realized they were right behind me, then one of them grabbed my arm and pushed me to the ground, everything was blurry.

I tried to stand up, but I couldn't, I saw bl00d dripping from my head to the ground and when I finally turned around, one of them tried to take his pants off.

The other ones just laughed as if it was a joke to them and it was the same kind of laugh as when I was in first grade, something about that just turned a switch in me, I somehow stood up and when I did, all went black.

When it was back to normal the guys there before stood over me now was on the ground lifeless and my hands and clothes had so much bl00d on it and that time I didn't realize that they somehow broke my nose, but I remember I was terrified of myself and ran home and locked myself in my door to my room.

A few days after that, I came back to school and saw them again, but they never did anything after that, I never told anyone what happened that day either and no one asked about it, only my mom, but she didn't really care so I just told her I fell and she gave me some ducktape and toilet paper to fix it.

when I was 16 years old I found my best friend in her room, she had just k!lled herself and I couldn't help her I was useless to her and when I saw her hanging from the ceiling, I was just frozen, it was like my whole system just had shut down and her note were just a stupid apology, like that fix it.

It's not like I blame her, I blame everyone else, including me, but the only thing they all really cared about was her funeral, and then no one talked about her ever again, like she never existed in the first place.

when I was about to turn 18 years old I killed my mom's current boyfriend at that time.

He tried to kill me because I tried to stand up for myself and my mom just watched it all happen.

I couldn't take him anymore I was scared, no worse I was terrified, I thought he was going to kill me, and he almost did.

He sh0t me in my stomach and I somehow out of anger took a knife from the kitchen table and attacked him, but it all went black again so I can't remember how I did it, but when it went back to normal I realized what I did.

When I looked at my mom's face, she just looked at me with fear in her eyes, she ran into her room and locked the door.

I could hear her calling someone, I looked at him again, and I saw that I had somehow st@bbed him through his neck and the knife was deep through his left eye.

There was bl00d everywhere, and I felt like a monster, I finally heard who my mom was talking to.

It was the cops, I wanted her to help me because I felt so lost, I didn't understand what just happened, but I knew she was more worried about him than me, so out of fear I ran out of the house as fast as I could.

I heard the cops were on their way and I just ran, I could feel the pain in my stomach from the sh0t, and my breathing got heavier, but I kept running and ended up hiding, they never found me.

Now I'm 19 and I started working for some people, I never thought, I would work with, but I get money and a place to live, that's the things I need.

Be continued...

(let's see what happens now that you kinda know the back story, let's see what's gonna happen in the future).

I have been in training for a little over a year now and the person who took me in thinks I'm ready for my first mission, it's my first time out on the field I can't wait.

The person who took me in is also my boss, many are scared of her, but for me, I look up to her.

I'm gonna have my first mission with a group, one the leader and three in all.

I'm one of the three, the leader is always the one who knows how it all works and since I'm new, I need to work myself up to get that role, and that's what I'm gonna do, it's just the first step of my goal, I have bigger plans and I will work hard to get to them.

It's here around twenty minutes, I need to get geared up for my mission, I'm really happy it finally has got to this point.

After fifty minutes I have geared all up and I'm at the location I'm supposed to be, with the group I'm assigned to.

Our leader has just explained the plan, it's just a twenty-four-hour shift because there are a lot of things going on, so extra people need to guard the mansion.

I'm trying not to look too happy, but even though this is a small thing in many people's eyes I have waited for an opportunity like this and this is my chance to prove myself, even if it's just keeping an eye out, it's still important because without us our boss would be at risk of losing everything and get caught.

We protect her, even though she can protect herself, we are just extra, but extra is good.

The leader of the group I'm assigned to, has been staring at me for at least five minutes and finally walked over to me.

"Can you at least try to take this seriously?" she asked.

I answered, "I am taking this serious, I'm just really happy".

"Well try to look serious and keep your emotions inside, it's important to be focused and awake at these kinds of missions" she said.

I said, "I will try my best".

"Good" She said while walking back to her position.

Not gonna lie, she kinda scares me, because first of all I don't know much more than her name and she knows things about me that only a handful of people know because my boss gives details to every leader, so they know what to look out for (for reasons) and second, she is a killer who has no mercy for her victims.

They deserve it though, she never kills for no reason, but still.

I fully trust her though because if my boss trusts her, I do too.

I looked at the time of my watch, it has been ten hours already, I look around to see how everyone is holding on, only our leader and I are the ones fully awake, the others are getting tired, but I won't let myself get tired too, after all my training I'm not gonna show weakness, not again not like then.

I'm stronger and older now not 10 years old, I can do this.

(I got my watch from my boss, it was my 19 birthday present and I have worn it since.

It's a silver watch with leather that comes around the wrist and a very warm light brown color in the watch center.

The watch has three different patterns, one for the watch itself with only twelve hours, and at the mid-bottom, there is a picture of either a night sky or daylight, it depends on if it's day or night, and on top-mid is a twenty-four-hour countdown timer.

It has three bottoms, one to start and stop the countdown, one to press after you have set the things on it and the last one is the one in the middle, it is the one to set it all to the right things.

It's not a bottom though, it's just a thing to rotate back and forth to set it to the right time or the right number to countdown from, I love it, it has everything I need, and it has only died once, luckily I have a lot of batteries to save it).

I hear something from not long away, it's footsteps, but it was a wrong pattern, non of us nor our boss is the one there could be over there, I think it's an intruder, I look over to where our leader stands, she hears it too, she signed to follow her.

The others were fallen asleep I looked at her and she signed just to follow and don't make any sudden sounds, so I didn't tell them what happened, I followed her orders and we followed the sound it was more than one, we kept following and there they were.

Be continued...