When I was young my life was normal, I know weird to hear from a clown that kills people, but it's the truth. My mother and father rarely fought, I was the only child, we lived in a town house, I had a good amount of friends that were good to me, and my school was the 3rd best in the state. I did wish that I had a sibling but other than that, I had no complaints. I loved my life I mean I wasn't a prince but I wasn't on the streets, I was happy where I was and never wished to have anything more but obviously life decided that I had enough happiness. My parents and I went on a camping trip into the forest (cough cough). We were going to stay for a week but my stay was much longer, sadly I was very short for my age so people thought I was much younger than I actually was.
On the first night we heard other campers near our grounds, we didn't think much of it so we slept in our tent. The next night was when my whole world changed, the men from the night before had kidnapped me, they were drunk obviously so they just wanted to mess with a kid but when I tried to escape they got angry...the rest I shall not tell but they threw me out into the woods thinking I was dead. They were very wrong.
