Juvenile Entertainer

In a dark alley was 20 year old Theodore Hunt with his chest rising and falling slower as time passes and as his blood seeps out from the wound his life flashed before him.

Theodore Hunt, an orphan from birth was fostered at two by an old man from New York's reveil matinal orphanage foundation.The old man would later be known as grandpa.

Most of his life is life filled with simple happy memories of school, friend's and his time with his grandpa, but all good things come to an end at some point.

At 18 his life seem to just drastically spiral downwards, he left school with average grades. He had trouble finding a stable job and when he had job he would then be fired after only a week. He avoided any contact with friends.

At 19 his only family, grandpa died of a stroke leaving him alone once again

At 20 well... he valiantly saved a beautiful women from mugging but he died in the process and yes it's his birthday.

In an old European country style bungalow house was an 18 year old boy who was arched over a table starts to wake up "cough cough"spits out a sausage

"ahhhh! that hurt wait...I'm a live and where am I !!"

Theo took good look around.He was currently sat at a dinning table, that had a plate of freshly cooked sausage and mash(mashed potatoes) with sweet corn. In a state of confusion he is abruptly hit with an intense headache, his eyelids start feeling heavy "WHAT THE F...!" he loses consciences and fell face first into the plate.

Time passes by and he finally wakes up once again but this time with food on his face. He licks a bit of mash that was on corner of his lip "hmm not bad"

He finishes the plate and heads to the kitchen to wash it, while washing the dishes he thinks about his current situation.

During his nap he learnt that this isn't his body but the body of Theodore Smith. The original owner is technically not dead if anything there souls fused to became one entity.

Going through the memory's, he basically knows the story behind the original owner. Theodore Smith was born in small town in England and was raised by his mom and dad till he was 9.

The memory that stood out was the image of 9 years old Theodore Smith sat in the back seat watching his Dad and Mom attempting to navigate their way through typical British weather which consists of thick fog and heavy rain. It came to sharp turn, the car seemed to lose its traction with the road.

His dad could be seen struggling to regain control and his mom screaming with her eyes closed, in the end it swerved into the guard rails and flipped the car, shattered glass scattered across the street and the sound of a child's cry echoing throughout the road.

9 old Theodore Smith witnessed his parents take there last breath. The whole ordeal left him with physical and emotional scars.

When his grandpa picked him up from the hospital, a doctor pulled him to the side "After monitoring him for the last 7 days we found that he shows signs of PTSD, we recommend that he sees in therapist every week or so and here are some the medication "

Grandpa told him that they would be going to hospital often and that he would be home schooled by him.

3 months before his 18th birthday his grandpa died of a stroke.

At 18 Theodore Smith died after choking on a self made birthday dinner.

Whilst shaking his head, Theodore says lightly "sigh what a tough kid"

Strolling around the house he heads to the bathroom. He meets a 5.7 bony, pale as paper youth, long jet black scruffy hair that falls on his shoulders, small dry pale lips resting just below his high nose, above that were bloodshot amber eyes. Theodore jumps back out of fear but quickly realized that it's his reflection "holy shit! Is this a joke, I look like the embodiment of death"

A few minutes after admiring him self, he looks at his reflection and aimlessly asks "So what now??"

[Ding,Ding Ding Congratulations]