I Won't Back Down Without A Fight

It's 4:24. Dinner is about to be served. I am still in my hut, far away from everyone else. I decide I don't want dinner. at least not from them. You may say this is a cowardly move. And it is. I'm not courageous. I'm no where near brave. I am just me. I wander upon a convenience store. There are plenty of rats. I head to the back, where the freezer section should be. I grab a drink. It seems to be spoiled, but its not like I haven't tasted that before. I turn around. I could've sworn- I shake my head, in what may be an attempt to shake the thought that I'm not alone. I quickly grab something of the dusty, abandoned shelf and run. I run back to my hut. I stash my leftover food in my hole when I'm done, and then I shimmey into my burrow to think. What was that? Were my senses telling me the truth? was it simply a misunderstanding? From what I could tell, either it was a fast human, or an animal. If someone was that fast... I have an assassin on my hands. What could I have done wrong? Besides my incident today, I recap through all the things you could have said was my fault. None of them seemed serious enough to have an assassin hired on you, though. Except... My father.

Three years ago, when I was fifteen, my father and I were extremely poor, like everyone else, except worse. We could hardly get any food, because you had to do work for it. You gained points for all the work you did, and then you exchange them for food. I didn't do work because the only thing that was usually available was fighting. My father couldn't do anything due to his age and health. One day though, He had an idea. I asked him over and over what this bright idea was. He always told me it was a surprise. So I waited. I waited and waited. He did little work, and he gave it to me. If this was his plan, I thought, then he must be very dull minded. Though it turns out he was just putting meat on my bones. So he could sell me. To thousands of men. "twenty points and she's yours!!" He had me tied up. I cried so much on that day. But thankfully, I was saved. By who? I couldn't tell. My eyes were drowning in my tears, making my eyesight blurry. But I know one thing; if i ever find him again, I will thank him with my life. The boy gave him the points, and when he freed me, he told me two things. "Run. When you get old enough, do me a favor; kill that son of a bitch." Of course I tried. But I failed. No matter how awful he was, I couldn't do it. I made him fall on my trip wire sets. He always recovered. I put parasites in his water. He always recovered. I'm sure someone saw me do those things. But I know for sure no one saw me attempt the last; I almost stabbed him. He was using the toilet. And I almost stabbed him in the neck. For a boy I knew nothing about. I thought he was sacred. I thought he was more important then our savior, Mortius. I thought I had to do whatever he wished for, even if that was- A strong breeze knocked me out of thought. It must be the gods getting tired of hearing me ramble through my annoying self conscious. Oh well. I need the rest. But I do know one thing for certain; if I do have an assassin, he better hit me with all he's got, because I wont back down without a fight.

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