Sullivan Usoro

Hello.. I see you wanted to know more about me...so I'm going to be the narrative of my autobiography. The admin insisted on me to do this so that you can get to know me personally, which is a waste of time in my opinion. Please stay quiet and listen well, I do not tolerate heckling or repeating myself.

Now... Where do I begin? My name is Sullivan Usoro.. I was born in some shady neighborhood in the back woods of some city somewhere in the world.. Eh, let's be honest, I don't really know where my birth place is. My mother was a traveling whore, so who the fuck knows, eh? All I remember was growing up in different houses which I hated. Not that I was ungrateful.. They fed us.. but not enough food can change the fact that they all treated my mother like absolute shit. She was always with bruises, and I think I vaguely remember her losing some of her rotting teeth in a scuffle with a crack addict. As I got older, she would start to place her anger onto me. Whenever I had done something wrong, I would get punished severely... as if she wanted me to feel what she had felt the night before. I didn't say anything for so long.. She was my mother... it's because of her I'm still alive.
Yet, everyone has a breaking point. I reached mine at 16, where she tried to force me into the sex "industry". I've had enough. I couldn't stand that wretched woman anymore, so I said my peace and left. To where? Well.. in the streets of course. I was still 16 and in school, what the hell was I supposed to do? Somehow, I managed to live off of the street for a whole year. When I had turned 17, I thought the best idea was to sign up for the military and live off of the government for the rest of my life, or until I can get a good grasp on myself.
Even until this day, I sometimes regret signing that last sheet of paper. I sold my soul and I didn't even know it.

WIP