Life Story REDUX

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So lets start from the beginning, I was born to a "Lord X" and an "Electrician McBitcherson" in Naval Hospital somewhere in Portsmouth Virginia on January 7, 1997. I was born prematurely, and apparently there were some complications in the birth, and so i need to be yanked outta there pretty fast through a C-Section

It was a pretty okay-ish family I'd assume, the usual y'know, constantly bickering parents over some of the smallest details. Usually started by my mother because that's just how she is and has always been.

When my mother caught Lord X cheating, she packed her bags, grabbed me, and left.

We slept in a car, during the winter, in Virginia. Eating only mcdonalds food, mainly me actually, as she wouldn't eat too much, just enough to get her through the day.

She didn't want me to spend christmas/my birthday in a freezing car, so she gave me back to Lord X for the time being, while she got herself back on her toes

She managed to rent herself an apartment with another lady, in "Plano, Texas" and I remember that lady having a daughter who ended up being my close friend. Unfortunately I do not know who she is anymore, and I wish I could talk to her again, even if she doesn't hold my sentiment.

I can't recall much of what happened by this point, all I know is that she refuses to talk about this part of her life, deeming it too dark, even for me. I don't blame her. I don't even want to talk about what's happened here, and you'll see that shortly.

The next thing I remember is waking up in a moving van, now in Irving, at the age of 3 and a half. My mother and I moved in alone, and she pursued her job as a Business lady of some sort.

This is when she got a call from her mother, whom I will refer to as the "Madame Mousie", she said that she will come and watch me, in return, she will be allowed to live in our apartment. My mother was so happy, she'd be able to finally continue going to school.

When Mousie came over, she was constantly very strict and mean to me, making me do things I'd rather not do, and breaking my toys as punishment, since she knew that my mother would snap her in half if she ever so much as touched me

After a very short while, Mousie took back her offer, and found herself a man named "AC Gokart". Electrician had to stop going to college.

Then I went to school, and in kindergarten I made friends with a few people, whom I still deem with utmost respect to this day. I miss them dearly.

As school went on, I made more friends, lost a few. The events happening here weren't very interesting as life had, more or less, sort itself out. But the Electrician was always depressed. She missed her home in the Philippines, and would always be knocked out from her cough medicine, just so she would pass the time.

I never thought much of it, as that was all I had known.

She became roommates with "Boink" whom was a pretty cool guy, who I still respect much to this day. Even though he has had a somewhat rough past, it's nice to know he wanted to right his wrongs and become a better person.

We were a pretty nice 'family' if you will. Not exactly one, but it was the closest I had.

We eventually moved to Virginia when I was eight, and I had to say goodbye to all my friends. When we got there, things were pretty okay. I became more adventurous, made some friends.

Then the Electrician recieved a call from Mousie

"Come on over to the philippines, we miss you and we're so sorry about abandoning you! we love you and would love for you to watch the house for us"

My mother's biggest character flaw, is that she's much too nice for her own good, and forgave Mousie, even though Mousie abused her as a child, and essentially ruined her life as much as she could.

So when I was nine, we moved and said goodbye to boink, it's the only time I've cried when saying goodbye to someone.

When we arrived, on November 6, 2007. I didn't think much of it, although I definitely wasn't too fond of this place. It was so different to waht I was normally accustomed to.

Electrician made peace with Mousie and the rest of her family, and we lived in a house that Mousie owned for many years. We paid for it, renovated it, made it all nice and clean.

I went to "Pasig Catholic College" and experienced some of the worst bullying I've ever had, from students and teachers. I hated every second of it, and I hated being in the Philippines. I hated it all. I hated everything and I hated this country. Every moment was torture.

My only respite was two games I had found. "Blockland" and "Toribash". While I never got into Toribash that much, I loved Blockland with a passion, and while I wasn't active on their forums, I was always hanging out there.

Blockland ended up being a gateway to sandbox games, and a very famous sandbox game out there was known as Garry's Mod.

I ended up needing help with an addon, specifically a voices addon for RPs and such, made by "The Advisor" or something. To ask for help, I went to the forums for Garry's Mod. Known as Facepunch. That was the 27th of May, 2008.

I ended up frequenting Facepunch much more, and eventually I stopped going to Blockland Forums. Facepunch was my home more or less, I hated the real world and all the bullshit in it, so I stayed there in Facepunch.

In October or something, we went to go swimming, as swimming was my favorite thing to do. We brought a long a lot more people than we usually did, and we had a blast.

One of the kids was "Polo", he was the youngest son in the family, and had a promising future ahead of him, as he appeared to be the most humble, kind, and smartest of the kids, if I recall correctly.

I had kept pushing him to go out into the deeper end, but with me carrying him, like, I'd help him up and such, have him on my back while I swam around the deep end. Staying near the walls so he'd be able to grab onto the walls incase of something bad. He never wanted to, so I said "oh well" and carried on whatever I was doing.

The next time I saw him, he was floating in the deep end, face down.

My mother's birthday was September 4, the same day as his funeral.

I had never frozen up so much. So much fear in my body, in my mind. I was so weak and frail in that one moment.

And no one blames me, but I blame myself. The guilt of him dying has weighed on my conscience for the past many years, and has droven me to near suicidal points of my life, and at the moment, I am very interested in harming myself physically and permanently.

Life started falling apart after that. My mother started turning to her drinking much more, and I started performing worse in school, since I hated it.

I remember the day I was in a shower, when I heard the Electrician, Mousie, and a few other family members yelling at eachother.

Something small and stupid, about a matress.

but I knew that all good things come to an end, and the smallest cracks can lead to the biggest holes.

Of course I was right.

We left soon after, with "Harold", her boyfriend.

We moved down the street, and the electrician lost her job, most of her money, and all sorts of other things in the process.

I stopped going to school after graduating the 6th grade.

I was always online on Facepunch now, on the computer during nearly every waking moment of my life.

Then I got my first brother, "Timmy". He was the cutest little boy I've ever seen.

We moved around from house to house, Timmy was usually spending his time with Harold's family.

Then my mother told me some news, she was pregnant again. I was so happy, but she said that the previous times she's been pregnant, and the fact both times needed a c-section had left her very messed up internally.

AKA, this baby could kill her. So we had three options, Lose the baby, Lose the electrician, or lose both.

Of course, my mother deciding to flip off fate itself and have the baby anyways.

My mother is named "McBitcherson" for a reason by the way...

Because she's a bitch.

As in, that's what she says she is, and I agree whole heartedly.

She managed to piss of the wrong person, because she does whatever she wants, and wasn't going to stop doing whatever it is she did just because he wanted her to.

So he got 15 people, ambushed her in the middle of the night.

Around 15 people beating a pregnant woman up, in a dark place, alone, with no one to help her.

Normally I'd feel so bad for that pregnant woman, but this is the Electrician we're talking about.

Odds are against those people.

Then a baby girl was born, Kukky. She had so many needles in her that when I saw her I thought it was an alien, and everyone was sure she was going to die.

But of course, our family has a way of giving fate the finger.

By this point though, we had hit rock bottom, eating crackers and biscuits for food. But even in poverty I still had a computer, and with a computer, I was happy.

But then the person who's house we were renting started accusing us of stealing, so my mother had to move out.

Mousie had decided to see if we needed help, and asked my mother if she wanted to move back in.

No?

Well okay, how about until you guys find a place, Sev can stay with us?

We thought about it, and decided it wouldn't hurt to give a shot.

so I went back to the house I so deemed vile, and stayed there for about a week.

Throughout the entire week, they were, of course, badmouthing the Electrician, trying to turn me to their side.

and throughout that entire time, I was nice, but against them saying that. But eventually it got too much.

I stood up for her, and got in an arguement with the rest of the family.

I take after my mother, and was winning this argument, when one of them got up to hit me.

Everyone immediately saw what was about to happen. I'm my mother's child, if I don't fight back and kill him in the process, then heaven knows my mother will.

So everyone, even the oldest lady that can barely stand, got up to pull him back into his chair, screaming that he was being dumb. I took at as my cue to grab my stuff and leave.

I went out, found my mother sitting out there on the sidewalk with Harold and a few others. Then I told them what happened.

Once I mentioned that one of them got up to hit me, she snapped.

Went over there and started a brawl.

A brawl she won of course.

Then someone called the cops, and we we went to jail.

They had this stupid belief that the Electrician, Harold, and I were all using copious amounts of drugs.

Of course, we managed to talk our way out.

But now we had no home. Then Harold's family took us in.

2 Years passed during that time. I don't like talking about it for a multitude of reasons, and thinking about it just hurts.

But in short, I became roommates with a guy, I went back to school for a year (and promptly left again because I still wasn't too fond of it), and made a few  new friends.

Then my mother finally managed to get back to America, due to shenanigans. That was on July 3rd, 2013. She landed on July 4th.

This is the longest we've been apart.

Anyways, over this time, I eventually got a laptop back, and started having fun telling everyone that I'm not dead. Then We caught Harold cheating.

I've never been more disappointed in a person in my entire life.

He started hating me, and tried picking fights with me, then he threw my laptop to the ground.

In retaliation, I trashed his room, packed my stuff, and ran away.

They managed to get me to live in a new house. Which is where I've been for the past few months.

We started working torwards me going there now. So I went around the Philippines, doing lots of paperwork and bullshit, taking months with this crap.

Then I got my Philippine passport in August, yes I was so happy, I was so close.

Then I learned that my US Passport has a lock on it, placed by Lord X. Who had filed me as a kidnapped child.

Correction, this was the most disappointed in a person I've ever been, I was so full of anger.

I had looked up to Lord X. Maybe not as a father, but as a person. I wanted to have some of his features, he was really cool and nice.

Which is why he proved my idea of him when he took the lock off, and apologized. He had learned that, while he wants me to be happy with him, he's perfectly fine with me just being happy.

I recieved my passport a few weeks ago. I was shaking, on the verge of tears.

There it was, the keys to my new future.

Now all I have to do is wait for my life to start.