• Dream Catcher



    Prologue

    In 1992, my mother was walking home one night, from a bar as usual. She left at about midnight. I didn’t see why this would have affected anything before but now that I’m 16 I do. She walked out of the dark alley. She was heading to her beat up nasty condo that she had sex in almost every night with her disgusting boyfriend. His name was Richard. Even the name, to me, sounded fiend-ish. Like he was going to be there one day when she was ‘working’, and steal everything. Including the condo.
    No, I never knew my mother, but after I was born I had to live with Rich until I went kookoo. Things were bad. The night I was conceived was one of the worst in my mother’s life. She walked three blocks from the bar when she was pulled into another alley. It was dark in the alley. Nobody would see her. Everything was clear for that horrible man. He had slit her throat, not so she would die, but so she couldn’t scream. This worked. He then had raped her. The man had run off after he had finished with her.
    Not being a good criminal, he left evidence. And what was that evidence? Well, the evidence was me after nine excruciating months. She had decided to give birth to me, obviously in the condo, she was dirt poor. She didn’t have the money for a hospital bed. Or even a car.
    One day a month after I was born she went to the alley she was raped and slit her throat. She died. I didn’t cry. I wasn’t old enough to know what had happened. I didn’t feel the need to cry by any circumstances afterword when I did know what happened.
    She had bled out, slowly. Someone at a bar ran out to puke and founded her stiff body. He had ran out of the alley screaming in hysteria. Someone in the audience of this called the cops who later investigated finding her body. And that’s when everything changed.



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