My story started back in the Eastern Europe. My family was married in Greece. Dad died when I was 2 months old. He was a consular employee in the US consulate, at least that was what we know back then. Mom raised me after my dad’s passing. She was a paramedic which is what she wanted me to be one day. However I can’t say that I had an easy going childhood. People always made fun of me for not having a dad. Then in high school people accused my mother of being a mistress. It drove me crazy. I fought very often, very hard. I was barely studying which frequently led to a heated argument with my mom. There were some nights that had me crying my eyes out. Football kept me going in these hard days. I trained 7 days a week. I was the first one to arrive and the last one to leave. My only true friend was my teammate Cyrell. We were so close that those fuck faces started a rumor of us being gay. Well, to say the least those fuck faces got what they deserved after a well planned revenge. Cyrell was the mastermind. He was the one planning out actions, he was the watchful one. In fact, he was the first to notice those men. It goes back to my fifteenth birthday. Let me explain.
At my birthday dinner there were two non-Greek men who got Cyrell’s attention in the restaurant. He showed them to me. I thought they were looking at my mother. I got up to confront them. As soon as I started walking towards them, they disappeared in a chaos. Since then, our conversations have always been about them. We saw them at training, after school, at the cinema, at a concert, and even from time to time in front of my house at night. Those men made me realize how shitty my life has been. I made a promise to myself, when I die I would have lived a life with no regrets. Doing that was hard but it made me study, it made me a better person. When I was 17 and preparing for medical school one very similar man approached me. I was petrified. His first sentence was “How are you Mr. Warren?”. At that moment I knew something big was happening. He escorted me to black Mercedes. When I got in, I could not believe my eyes. It was my dad. He said “Nice to see you again son.” and someone hit my head. When I opened my eyes I was far far away from home. In a metro station in some town called “Lucid City”. I believe I am destined to be someone important. I don’t know how, I don’t know when. All I know is I’m in a foreign country away from my mom and my dead father is alive and well. It's up to me to figure out what my destiny is in this city.
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My story started back in the Eastern Europe. My family was married in Greece. Dad died when I was 2 months old. He was a consular employee in the US consulate, at least that was what we know back then. Mom raised me after my dad’s passing. She was a paramedic which is what she wanted me to be one day. However I can’t say that I had an easy going childhood. People always made fun of me for not having a dad. Then in high school people accused my mother of being a mistress. It drove me crazy. I fought very often, very hard. I was barely studying which frequently led to a heated argument with my mom. There were some nights that had me crying my eyes out. Football kept me going in these hard days. I trained 7 days a week. I was the first one to arrive and the last one to leave. My only true friend was my teammate Cyrell. We were so close that those fuck faces started a rumor of us being gay. Well, to say the least those fuck faces got what they deserved after a well planned revenge. Cyrell was the mastermind. He was the one planning out actions, he was the watchful one. In fact, he was the first to notice those men. It goes back to my fifteenth birthday. Let me explain. At my birthday dinner there were two non-Greek men who got Cyrell’s attention in the restaurant. He showed them to me. I thought they were looking at my mother. I got up to confront them. As soon as I started walking towards them, they disappeared in a chaos. Since then, our conversations have always been about them. We saw them at training, after school, at the cinema, at a concert, and even from time to time in front of my house at night. Those men made me realize how shitty my life has been. I made a promise to myself, when I die I would have lived a life with no regrets. Doing that was hard but it made me study, it made me a better person. When I was 17 and preparing for medical school one very similar man approached me. I was petrified. His first sentence was “How are you Mr. Warren?”. At that moment I knew something big was happening. He escorted me to black Mercedes. When I got in, I could not believe my eyes. It was my dad. He said “Nice to see you again son.” and someone hit my head. When I opened my eyes I was far far away from home. In a metro station in some town called “Lucid City”. I believe I am destined to be someone important. I don’t know how, I don’t know when. All I know is I’m in a foreign country away from my mom and my dead father is alive and well. It's up to me to figure out what my destiny is in this city.