The beginning

Morning came.

I didn't have anything better to do for today, other than scavenge and ask myself why I existed in the first place, considering that my 'parents' didn't want me around at all. 

I don't know where my biological father went, as he left when I was 3 and a half years old, unfortunately. I mean, my mother was terrible, but at least he did care for me before he left. He taught me things in those first 3 and a half years. 

Without him around, my mistreatment worsened, and eventually, my mother married a drug dealer, who was a former pharmacist. 

I shuddered at the thought of my stepfather, not wanting to think about him at all. I know he was the reason that I grew up in extreme poverty, since he could not hold a stable job, but I also blamed myself, because I couldn't work an actual job when I was little, id only have to use my talent at inventing to keep us afloat. Even then, my "parents" would rather spend the funds from me winning multiple inventing competitions on illegal items and gambling.