Under editing!!!!! Gunshots. Taekwondo moves. Flipping through languages so fast that I don't even know if I'm speaking English. This has been so familiar to me since I was a teen. At the 19, I've probably experienced more death than any teen would have, or perhaps, had more close to death experience than anyone would have. Before this, I was just a high school reject, a high school nerd, living the life that would please any parents- except, I didn't have parents. Tell me about it, my shins are practically bulletproof and my arms work faster than any machine out there. My brain probably doesn't need to calculate my moves, everything's just muscle memory.