Seek And Destroy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1: Looking In The Mirror.

When my father passed away, me and my mother were devastated. We grieved for a long time. The money he made wasn't that much and the money he left for us barely lasted a month.

My mother's hand blistered and bruised from all the sewing she did as a job and she refused to let me provide for the family.

I didn't even have a proper family.

No known relatives. Just me and my mum.

My name is Elena Bawthorne. I'm 19 years of age and I live a quiet life that didn't revolve around my mysterious past in which my parents had point blank refused to educate me on.

I had long wavy brown hair that could be mistaken as black with the wrong lighting. I had a soft round face and pouty lips.

Men had asked my mother my hand in marriage but I point blank refuse to marry an unknown stranger.

I wasn't beautiful but I lived in a small village where few woman were barely eligible for marriage.

I studied in the city and attained a good education. I'm aware as I can get of the new technologies and gizmos.

But I barely can't afford to buy myself even a phone In the crisis me and my mum are living in. We only purchase items we required; food, water and clothing.

We don't bother ourselves to buy more house ware than we already have. It wasn't needed.

It was the February 14th in the year 2023. I lived in a small town named Grayson Peak. The main city located nearby was Grayson City.

I was sitting on my bed; waiting for my mother to come home from work. And when she did, she came home empty handed.

'I've been fired', she said,'but I'll find us another good source. Just you wait and see. Sewing had almost numbed my fingers permanently! I'll get something much more suitable'

'Mum, why won't you let me work as well? I'm qualified for city jobs. I can even manage accountancy', I pointed out.

'You're 19', she replied as if it explained everything that I've been asking her. As if it was the most obvious answer.

'And I'm considered an adult now. There's 18 year old girls and boys doing work here. It's how we run this place', I tell her, biting my lip in frustration.

'Elena, don't be stubborn'

'I am not being stubborn! I want to be independent than just mope around the house all day eating bread and soup every breakfast, lunch and dinner!', I shout back in frustration. Does she expect me to live like this forever? Forever is a long time mother dear. She should know that as religious as she is.

I look out the only window in my room. It displayed our little cement garden where only two pots of red rose plants grew. They were my mother's treasure.

'Well you know how the city people treat us. They'd never allow you to become an accountant. They basically hire us as slaves. As a helping hand or an assistant.', my mother advised me,'unless you're willing to go down that road I suggest you let me do what I can'

Servants and slaves.

'If I find a good wealthy businessman in need of an assistant I'd take it. No matter how snobby the guy could be. I don't take a notice to their posh accents and desires. I'd rather just do something I don't like for something I do', I paused,'I'm heading to the city tomorrow and you can't stop me mum. I'll find a suitable job with good money and I'll send it this way whenever I get paid. I'll keep back some of it for my needs and send the rest over for you. You can finally buy a few more plants for the garden. Maybe afford some grass to make it a proper garden.'