Hey guys! I'm Timothy. Call me Tim. I am 14 years young, male (obviously) I can be cocky at times but if you're my friend I can promise you, I always will be. I'm what some of you would call a control freak ,but in reality, I just like stability and knowing I can be in control of what happens. I will stop at nothing to protect my friends and family. There's a reason for that... there's a reason I love stability and control. I remember it like it was yesterday.
*flash back*

I was eight years old. Just playing hide and seek with my mom. I was laughing and having a great time when suddenly, *BOOM*. Something, had shaken our house prettty badly. I was currently hiding in the closet. I had heard my mother scream and footsteps up the stairs. I peeked my head around the door and saw my mother coming up the stairs, a frightened look on her beautiful and oddly young looking face. A face I'd never see again. She whispered to me in the most comforting voice she could manage.
"Mama?" I asked, scared.
"Oh, baby," she said with tears in her eyes.
"Whats wrong Mama?"
"Nothing baby, i just need you to hide somewhere, were going to continue our game, ok sweetie?" she said, mustering up the best smile she could. "Ok, Mama," i said, still unsure.

She rushed me up the stairs, to the attic. the place she warned me to never go. She threw the wooden door open. She then went to a big metal door that looked suspiciously like a safe. I gasped and my little eyes widened in wonder. We were in a room with big 8 foot high walls of metal. It was stacked from wall to ceiling with weapons and had enough food and water to last at least three years. At that point my mother turned to me with a sadness in her eyes that I didn't understand, I was confused and didn't know what to do, I just knew my mom was sad and I didn't like it.
"It's ok Mama," I said , hugging her legs. She knelt down, now eye level with me. She held my shoulders gently, looking into my hazel eyes as I stared back into her green ones.

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"I love you Timmy," she said calling me by the nickname I would never let anyone else call me. EVER.
"I love you too Mama," I said as tears leaked out of my eyes, I didn't know why I was crying but seeing my mom this way was really tearing me apart.
"Stay here honey. Don't come out until your friend, Grover comes to pick you up, alright, sweety?" She asked, choking back a sob.
"Ok Mama," I said, still crying "I promise," I whispered while holding out my pinky finger. She cracked a smile wrapping her finger around mine. She hugged me, turned away, grabbed a two handed lighting sword that seemed to buzz with electricity, and walked out the door, locking it behind her.
*end of flash back*
I never saw my mother again.