I’ve always been a little bit odd. But I guess that’s to be expected from someone who grew up with no parents. My father, I never met, I don’t even think he is alive. And my mother, she was killed when I was eight. Nobody ever knew the cause, though. One day she went missing, and a few days later, her body was found in the woods behind my childhood-house.
Since I never had parents, and the police couldn’t find and next-of-kin, I was left to fosters. They weren’t too bad at first, until about a month into my adoption. I had found out that they were alcoholics, and they began neglecting me. There were a f