2 Origin

My name is Sameul Finly,17 years old. I live in a low end neighborhood with my mom, Marion, in an old run down house that needs more TLC than we could ever possibly give it. Mom works two jobs just to make ends meet and she's always tired when she comes home from work.

I try to keep the house as clean as a 1960's house can be, but 20 years of neglect after the original owners sold it is a real drag in the appearence department. Luckily the interior isn't crumbling and it's only one story so I don't have to worry about falling through the floor. The house does have that old wood and carpet smell, but it's far from the worst thing I've had to deal with.

If your wondering where Dad is, I'm asking the same question. Mom just doesn't want to talk about it and since she's already tired and still takes care of me and my needs, I don't want to push the issue. I'm guessing it's either something too painful or she really doesn't know. Either way I love her for caring and raising me. She's the person I look to for my ideals and strength. To look forward and do what needs to be done no matter how hard life seems.

This time would feel like a wonderful dream to me, because life can be a cruel thing. Even to those already struggling...

It was October 20th, 2017 and the day was coming to an end. I'd gone over to a friend's house from school after letting mom know so she wouldn't worry. Derrick and I were playing some video games for a little to wind down from school before we started working on homework. Though being how I usual was I'd finished most of my work in class, so mostly I helped him out since he didn't really understand math too well and chemistry wasn't in his line of interests behind girls, games, and cars.

I could sympathize with those interests, REALLY! But when your more worried about getting through school with great marks and trying to help your single parent out with anything to lighten the load, love and self-satisfaction tend to take a back burner.

As the light started to dim outside I departed from Derrick's house and started heading home. I was later than usual. Being young and invincible at 17, I didn't think about how different things could be going on at different times on the same road. Ignorance was bliss and the truth was ruthless.

Have you ever thought about those "what if" scenarios of terrible things happening in front of you. I can say with certainty that those scenarios need to stay in fantasy land. It never happens how you think it would and the emotional tidal wave that hits you is unimaginably more horrifying. Changes within you that will never go back and a different person will walk away, if you survive.

I took what I thought was a good way home. It's only about 4 blocks away from my house to my friend's. What could possibly happen in such a short distance? 17 year old boys sure do like to tempt Murphy, huh?

I make the second turn of this short and seemingly safe trip home and as i'm passing set of old officespace buildings I happen to hear a small wimper coming from my right behind some old line of bushes. My eyebrows shoot up thinking it's none of my business and ignore it. Until the wimper becomes a high pitched yelp. My head turns and I see the source of the sounds. Fear, anger, disgust and despair. These are my new reality, my new perspective of the world around me.

It seems my tardiness was more impacting on my mother's mind than, really any young person thinks they could have been for their parents. She left the house about 15 minutes sooner than I'd left Derrick's and it just so happenes that a lot changes in 15 minutes in the dark.

Marion Finly is not a weak person by stretch of the imagination. A single mom working two jobs and still manages to cook a meal for her son for what felt like forever in my short time in existence. Exhaustion is not something that can be taken lightly though. A man with a knife didn't. He took advantage of it to the fullest extent his base instinctual needs allowed him to.

The vision of my mother being ravaged by some scumbag with a knife to her throat was not something my mind was ready for. I moved closer to the sounds and my veiw finally made it past the bushes. It's sort of amazing how much a 5 foot bushline can hide. Like, a hunting knife drawing a line of blood from her neck as the criminal behind her pushes into her against a wall, as she wimpers at the cruelty of her attacker and tries to keep quiet so that he won't kill her. She still has a son to protect after all.

To think that her son would find her like that made her loose her control just a little too much...

"NO, SAM!" was the last thing she could scream before the vagrant tensed up and slit her throat on impulse. Time seemed to slow for a few seconds as I watched the blood spill down her chest and out onto the sidewalk. My eyes could see, my ears could hear, but my mind wouldn't accept it. Couldn't accept it. And the nightmare of the day hadn't ended for me..... Or the vagrant.

Now usually this is where the dark dressed, nearly unidentifiable assailent runs away from the scene and leaves a void in the victums they left behind. However, the one rule of criminals is to not get caught. In this case the criminal, how dispicable he may be, was fairly experienced and knew that if there wasn't any witnesses then getting away with it was much easier.

The slowdown my perspective of time and the criminal's need to put his shame away gave me enough time to instictually come out of my shock and realize that the knife is now pointed at me and coming at a somewhat quick pace. Adrenaline dumped into my bloodstream and I turned to run from the danger that just took my family away. Not knowing where I should go in my panic, far away was my only thought of destination.

I'm not the fastest of runners, but the situation pushed me further than I've ever thought I could as adrenaline is supposed to. I don't think to call for help or make any big noise, just focusing on getting away as fast as I could. To no availe since my attacker has also succumbed to the fear of being caught. Also to the unfortunate turn I made into a dead end ally. Damn fences.

Now this situation is just beyond bad. Death is literally staring at me from 20 feet away. There's nowhere to run or hide. There's only a small light high up on the wall between me and the murdering rapist. I would try to climb the fence, but it's got a single line of barbed wire on the top to discourage that sort of thing. I'm not too sure I could make it over before he could catch my leg and pull me down anyways. The stress my body is under is just compounded far beyond any norm concieved. I have no idea what I'm going to do and just stand ready to try and get past this guy without dieing.

I'm not a small person on average. 5'10", 190 lbs. or 177.8 cm and ~86.2 kilo's depending on what part of the world your from. Just slightly larger than average, nothing special really. That was all soon to change though.

The murderer came stalking in slowly. "I've got you now you little shit." and lunged at me as soon as he was in range.

He only just barely missed and caught me with his shoulder instead pushing me back and into the fence. The pain in my back was barely noticable compared to the lose of balance and control of my movement. The assailent soon recovered and soon pushed the knife straight at my chest as all I could manage in time was to face my attacker.

Fear and survival pushed my hands towards his in and attempt to stop the blade. My clumsyness made a mess of the situation though. The blade stopped, but not before it went through my right hand. I nearly lost consciousness to all the pain as I screamed. I guess the knife was stuck since he didn't try to pull back and for another stab. I later realized I'd grabbed his hand with what little strength I could muster. He started to punch me with his other hand after we tumbled to the ground.

I thought this was the end. There's no coming back from this situation alive. I believed and screamed in frustration in my head as the assualt took it's toll on me and I lost consciousness. Blood trickling down my arm and out of the cuts on my face. My vision went blank like someone turned off the TV.

Then it seems Fate found me and Mother Nature pushed back.....