FINDERS AND KEEPERS.

1. ERRORS! .

I decided to try out something new and I need all the support I can get because writing is not easy.
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Song of the chapter
The weekend - Real life.

Fist time I had taste of the errors of my life I was ten and it was one of those things a ten year old should never see and never experience,  but I went through it.

When I was ten my backyard was my hiding  place because it was just me and the night. No nosy siblings or music or Father's,  just me and the moon most of the times I chose to hide away. Our backyard was too close to the woods that to me could  spread on forever,  tall trees that made it a little terrifying for my brother to even try following me here. To us hunting comes natural as animal's instinct  to attack when under threat and to my ten year old self the moon was lonely as I was and I was its  company and it was mine,  it was like that.

Those days were back when I didn't  know what it meant to be a Sylvester. I was just a little boy with a backpack, a knife was placed next to me and to me the most shiny blade made me safe. So,  I had stolen one from my Father's collection of weird looking knifes and I was listening to nothing,  but that night something was different and it changed me forever.

I felt it in ever bone in my body even before I lifted my head. I kept my eyes shut for a while, because  I was convinced that it was just an illusion and it would just go away.

It didn't.

After a few moments I had to give up and open my eyes. It's  bright red eyes are away at me and I found my self on my knees in front of it,  with nothing to offer but my little hand and trust.
The animal circled me,  but I  kept my head down and let it get close whenever it wanted it too. The knife was behind me and that night it represented fear, because I  was scared that it would think I was going to hurt it.

I was just a little  kid,  it could have easily hurt me.

I sat down and it's  eyes found mine,  the animal growled everytime I looked away and that forced me to look at those burning red eyes,  they were cold and were staring  at me hard. My breathing increased and my hands were so shaky that I knew I wouldn't  stand a chance with this animal. It was like I was staring at hell and it's  burning eyes,  it kept at it and I was close to crying.

The animal had backed away and was now lying on its  stomach. I could feel the heavy and thick emotions that the animal carried within its self  and I'm  sure now that it felt mine.

My first kill came when I was ten years old.

The animal gave me no time to act, it just used its speed and launched  at me - it was something I only saw on those movies I wasn't supposed to be watching -  and it's  eyes were on mine for a few seconds.

Those seconds were powerful,  it was almost like it knew me and was talking to me. The second went by,  too fast and its teeth pierced through my shoulder and my screams could be heard anywhere.

I had trusted it.

It had betrayed me.

I was just a little boy trying to survive and the knife that I go ally held was my only defense. I didn't  hurt flies,  I was just a little kid still terrified as shit of the mentioning of Zombies and now I was about to try to hurt this animal.

It only took one quick eye contact and the blade entered the animal through the side of its head and when it cried,  it's  cry wasn't  that of animal. It sounded too similar to the one I had just made and I swear the moon wasn't  so bright anymore,  it looked hurt and disappointed at me.