Through the eyes of the beholder

My life has been a total mess down to all the way to since I was born. I never walked until I was 2 and my first words came out when I was 5. I also dont even know my parents who abandoned me when i was 1 and i guess left me in a box in a side alley way. 1 day later was picked up and adopted by a women no less more fortunate than me, she raised me living in a small woden shack in the middle of the nowere woods. Shes the only person I ever knew. Until one day.........

It was a cloudy day, when I was about 9, Iwas pulling out radishes for my (sort of mums) famouse stew. Then I noticed a small rabbit hop by, I knew it would be useful for the stew so I ran after it. I ran and ran and ran and i knew i couldnt go any more. I looked around me and noticed that i was far from my safe zone so I started to slowly trail back.

Well I was kicking a small rock down the trail on the way back I heard a noise, almost like the clicking of sticks, I stopped nervous and waited for what seemed like 5 minutes and then continued my walk. *Click*! again I was scared now and started to

jog toward the shack.... I heard it again a huge click of sticks. I stopped and shut my eyes all I heard was a thud and when I peared up there stood a.......