It was 1999.
The young man hurriedly gathered his belongings and stuffed them inside his suitcase. He growled softly, frustrated that his burning tears blinded him from seeing exactly what he was packing and doing.
He sighed, staring at the photo of his niece. She was the only thing in this world that he honestly saw as pure, capable, and intelligent, and he wanted her to stay that way. He never wanted her to grow up like him, nor become the person that he was.
A loud boom startled him from his thoughts, signaling that he needed to speed it up, and head out of the shabby foster home. The young man ran his thick hands through his light brown mop of a hairstyle, before looking into the mirror.
He stared at himself, disgusted at what he saw. He wasn't normal in his eyes. In his honest opinion, a 19-year-old should have lived life, went to school, enjoyed friends. Not living in some foster care, because he couldn't make things right with his father, wrestling in backyards just for a bite to eat, and being him all together.
A wave of extreme hatred washed over him, staring at himself, and with quick force he smashed the mirror in front of him.
As he stared at his bloody hand, the booms at his door got even more menacing and more forceful. "JON, WE NEED YOU OUT, NOW!"
He sighed from the voice, lifted his window quickly, as he tossed his suitcase out first. He looked around the room sadly, before climbing out, not knowing where the night would take him.
Jon softly jumped from his thoughts, realizing it was present day. As he looked around his room, he saw his sleeping partners in seperate areas of the room. He walked over to the mirror, collecting his thoughts as he stared at his reflection.
He looked down, as he studied the faint scars from the result of his anger nearly fourteen years ago.
As his eyes met those of his reflection, he spoke softly, barely hearing himself speak.
"I'm not that boy anymore"