The origin story, of Decan Frost

So why go through such extreme length,

just for a little squirrel?

Well, in this article you'll find out,

who I am and why I do, what I do.

This will get extremely personal for me.

So, here we go...

When I was just a little boy,

my parents were extremely abusive.

My father, would beat me to a pulp,

for no particular reason,

choke me unconscious, just for the fun of it.

All the while my mother would watch,

while drinking herself drunk,

with a face of content and relief, that it wasn't her,

this time...

When I was around 10,

I stole all the cash my father had

in his wallet and I ran away.

I had found this little abandoned utility building,

that was never used, but it still had heat and electricity.

After about a year,

the money ran out and I started to steal food

from the local supermarkets.

After about 6 months or so,

the large supermarkets

started to install those beeping anti theft things.

So I had to use the smaller shops.

Until they also got them.

I tried looking at the products,

to see if there was any magnetic stripes

or something that would activate them,

but couldn't find any.

I was starving,

I had to take the chance.

Of course,

the damned thing went off and I got busted

after about 2 years on the streets, on my own.

I didn't want to give them any information

that could lead back to my parents,

so the shop called in the police.

It didn't take long for the system,

to find my parents and the police

drove me back to them.

When we arrived,

they both pretended that they didn't know me

and that someone must have made a mistake.

The police couldn't do much

other than bring me to the station again,

where I spent couple of days in a cell.

Then a social worker came and

they put me in a foster home.

The foster home had their own 3 children

and me? I got to live in their basement, with no windows.

There was a hose with cold water for a shower

and a broken toilet in the corner.

I got to eat the leftovers

from their own children or, expired food.

I was basically just an extra paycheck for them.

Back then,

there were no observations for foster homes,

no rules or regulations.

It wasn't until horror stories like mine,

got popular in horror movies,

that the systems we see today,

got implemented.

Nobody came to check up on me

and nobody helped me.

When I finally turned 14,

2 years after I arrived,

I was too old for foster homes.

I was finally free, or so I thought...

A social worker came to pick me up

and the foster family was

"kind enough to give me new clothes".

Just so they didn't look bad...

I was as white and as skinny as a corpse,

but the social worker didn't care,

cause she had to get off her deck, because of me.

They placed me in a school

for troubled young kids

and when I say troubled, I mean

torturing little animals, pyromaniacs and psychopaths,

that was too young for mental institutions.

They would beat each other to a pulp

on a daily basis, with little to no adults supervision.

And of course,

I quickly became the center of attention

for the whole school,

cause I wasn't 'their kind of crazy',

I was different...

There were no security,

only the locks on the main doors

and the dorm rooms at night.

But we still slept in groups of 4,

so that was some "fun" nights.

There were only ever 5 adults present,

to about 30 kids doing the day

and 1 night guard, that usually slept.

I spend the next 2 years of my life,

in yet another hell hole...

When I turned 16, they kicked me out.

Once again I was too old for that place.

I went on government aid,

to support myself and found a small,

1 room apartment with a shared kitchen and bath,

between 3 other residents.

I started my first youth job as a bottle boy

in the very supermarket I used to steal from.

When I finally turned 18,

I could now get a real job,

far away from my hometown,

with a real paycheck and get a real apartment,

with my own kitchen and bath.

I changed my name and never looked back.

Nobody taught me how to be a father,

nobody taught me how to be human.

My reference,

was how to be the exact opposite

of what everyone i my life had taught me.

So that's my strive,

to be the complete opposite.

So, that is my origin Story and no,

I didn't turn into a villain because,

I was surrounded by them my entire life.

Nobody ever helped me,

nobody ever looked out for me.

So when I saw a mother squirrel

abandoning her baby,

in favor of her other children,

I stepped in, I stepped up.

Now, I've learned the wildlife centers

don't actually rescue and rehab squirrels.

No, they don't have the money, utilities nor the manpower to care

for baby squirrels every 3rd hour, around the clock.

So, when the lower staff and the volunteers go home,

the upper management feeds them

as live food for their rescued predators,

cause that's 'natural'.

The next day, lower employees

and the volunteers just gets told:

'They didn't make it'.

I have this information

from inside sources,

from more than 1000 wildlife "sanctuaries",

from all over the world.

In other words, I'll fight to my last breath,

for any and all the little ones

that everyone else would ignore.

So this is me and this, is how I came to be...

PS: I know, it sounds like something straight out of a horror movie, i know, cause i was there and i was one of those: "based on a true story".