A Brief Relection

My name is Dario Slayer, son of Elvira Slayer. I couldn't tell you who my father was, even if I knew. My mother forbids it, as she worries I'll look for him. I doubt he knows I exist. But I do, and my sole reason for being brought into this world is to rule it in my mother's name. For someone who is barely in their teenage years, it's a pretty hard concept to grasp. I'm not entirely sure that's what I want to do, or even should do. Regardless, Mother raised me to be successful. And in that regard, I refuse to fail.

As a child, I was held to rigorous standards. It wasn't until the day I was to become a teenager that I though to document it, however, and thus I have only one photograph to remember my innocence by. Mother insisted that even at home I remain proper, and so my school attire became my regular outfit. 

On the subject of school, my education could not be neglected. For years, my existence was hidden away, yet mother allowed me this. "To get to know your competition", she once told me. For what, I fear I cannot divulge yet. These people who claim to be my friends may one day be my enemies, or so it seems.

Let me finish by stating the purpose of my writing this at all. Big things are coming to Bridgeport, bidden by Elvira, and to be continued and mastered by myself. Mother's urging that I pursue writing and even painting are wonderful outlets, to be sure, yet no sooner do I complete a piece than she has me sell it for profit. She has been speaking lately of a house, saying that the one for sale across the bridge will have plenty of space. I haven't the slightest idea what we'd need so much space for, but any home will be better than this cramped apartment.

Until next time, 

Dario