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There are two kinds of people in this world. There's the kind that have really hard lives and cannot move past it onto something better. Then there's the kind that still have hard lives, but are fully capable of overcoming the obstacles in favor of a better life. It would be a lie to say some have easy lives; even the most fortunate still have to struggle once in a while. Jimmy Hopkins knew much about struggle—too much, almost. He envied those who had the easier times adapting to the rat hole mankind was forced to live in.

Jimmy wasn't so fortunate. His mother divorced his father long before he was born. Times were rough for the old man at work and the nagging, heavily pregnant bitch at home wasn't making things any easier for him. Any moment she wasn't sucking his dick, she was sucking money out of his pockets. Even after the divorce was finalized, which reduced him to living in government housing, the parasite was still taking money away from him. If he ever wanted his life back, he'd have to do away with her.

Jimmy had only met his father three times, but he only remembered one meeting with the old man. The first time his father came around, he beat the living hell out of Jimmy's mother. He broke her ribs, bruised her face enough to make it look like a blueberry pie, and stomped her mouth so many times that she lost practically all of her front teeth. She had to stay a week at the hospital, leaving Jimmy in the custody of his grandparents.

The second time he came around was during the time Jimmy's mother was gone. This time, his target was his two year old son. The sick bastard kidnapped him one night when Jimmy's grandparents were asleep. According to his grandpa, his father had him for a little over seventy-two hours. They refused to tell Jimmy what happened during those seventy-two hours—all they'd tell him was that "it was unforgivable".

Apparently, a little while after Jimmy had been returned home, his father was arrested. His lawyer tried to use the insanity plea in court, stating that the culprit had only done the bidding that the voices in his head were telling him to do—paranoid schizophrenia, they said it was. The plea worked and he was sent to spend the rest of his life in an asylum. Jimmy got to meet him many years later when the son of a bitch was on his deathbed dying from prostate cancer. He told Jimmy all about the voices in his head trying to tell him to strangle the boy where he stood. Of course, Jimmy thought this was complete bullshit…at first.

The older the boy got, the more he started to look more and more like his father. His mother hated this. She barely ever spent any time with him as a child, especially when he'd find himself…stuck in certain movements. He's been stuck in endless cycles of swinging his arms around like an idiot and he's had his "vegetable" days where he didn't move at all. It was too embarrassing for her. As soon as Jimmy hit puberty, any love his mother might've felt for him vanished. Luckily, Jimmy wasn't as lonely all those years as he could've been; at least he always had people in his head to talk to.

The voices started showing up around the fourth grade. Jimmy had no friends because the other kids thought he was weird for always hanging out by his self. The bigger, older kids would often pick on him and sometimes even resort to physical violence. Many times, Jimmy would cower in fear, other times he'd pee all over himself when he felt like he was about to be hurt. Who needed them? Children are evil beasts who hurt for the sake of hurting. At least the voices never hurt him.

They never told Jimmy their names; quite frankly, Jimmy was unsure they even had names at all. One seemed to be an older female; he called her "The Woman". She was so kind to him, never judging him and always encouraging him to be a better person. The other was an old man, he called him "The Man". He always encouraged Jimmy to stand up for himself when the other kids or mom's various boyfriends insisted on bullying him. That's when Jimmy's violent streak came out.

The Man would help guide Jimmy in his training to become a better fighter. Soon, the bullies learned to never mess with Jimmy Hopkins again. The only one who never really learned was Frank Jones. Poor Frank, he never stood a chance when Jimmy curb stomped him to his death.

The school called Jimmy's mother, and then she called the police. The justice system had mercy on the child and let him off on the condition that he began visiting a therapist regularly. Jimmy remembered the day perfectly because he remembered going into a vegetative state in the middle of the court room. He literally stopped mid walk, one leg in the air and the other on the ground. The child stayed like this for a good ten minutes even after the bailiff carried him out of the court room. His mom screamed at him—telling him how much of a failure he was.

Jimmy got to talk to his therapist enough times to be given the catatonic schizophrenia diagnosis. Basically, Jimmy was a crazy nut who sometimes lost control of his motor skills. At least, that's how his mother made him feel about the diagnosis. She was especially adamant about this opinion when she received the phone call informing her that her son had been expelled from school following the murder of his classmate.

No longer bearing to raise the demon by herself, she sent Jimmy to his first boarding school so she could move on and be happy again. He lasted about two years before he got expelled yet again. So she sent him to more schools. And Jimmy would continue to get expelled. Again, and again. After being expelled from seven schools, Jimmy decided to release his frustration by burning the seventh boarding school to the ground.

His mother was desperate at this point. What was she going to do? Not only had her failure of a son proven to not function well in the real world, she had also gone through several divorces over the years. No man was able to satisfy her needs; not even her own son could.

Jimmy was only getting thicker skinned as the years and schools passed him by. He no longer feared idle threats from bigger students. He proved to himself what he could do to one asshole; but Jimmy ultimately didn't wish to hurt others. He wanted to be better than his dad. He could be better. He was going to make The Woman proud. He just needed one more school—one more chance.

That's when his mother brought him the news that he'd be attending high school at Bullworth Academy.