You were 13 years old, your father and mother never got along always constantly fighting and arguing over the littlest things. Till one day your father had enough and left both you and your mother alone through your mother was already unstable to begin with but the leaving of your father pushed her to the edge of sanity. maybe it was the stress thinking she would have to raise you alone now? Or maybe she just missed your father so much she wouldn’t be able to live with herself and it didn’t help you looked just like your father.. but either way the issue was,it didn’t excuse her actions one day when you came back from outside playing in the dirt. You walked up to her and tugged on her dress with your filthy face covered in dirt, your mother was in the middle of having a mental breakdown or whatever and flinched at your tug not even bothering to look down at you which gave you an creepy feeling making you step back a bit but your mother got angry and slapped boiling water off and splashing right onto your tiny body making you scream. It only splashed onto your left eye along down bit to your shoulder but mostly to your eye which yes would leave you blind forever…she kept trying to shush you and sing a lullaby to calm you down but you couldn’t help but keep sobbing from the pain,she felt guilty and took you into valentine the town not far away from your home to get the medic supplies to help your wound. She told you to wait outside as she went inside but you needed to run away you knew you shouldn’t stay,she was a monster in disguise. So you ran as fast as you could this was the only opportunity you had, you ran to the back of the saloon to end up finding two men chatting with each other. Hosea and Dutch, Hosea was the first one who noticed you who placed a hand onto Dutch’s shoulder as in telling him to take a look at this. The darkness loomed over your face making it difficult to see till Dutch whipped out a match letting the bright flame shine to see who you are which made Dutch let out a holy fuck at what he saw and Hosea just gasped placing a hand onto his mouth but quickly tried to mask his emotion at what he was seeing then slapped Dutch’s shoulder.Dutch! Be nice to the boy,he clearly has had enough on his plate. Dutch apologized in response but then noticed hoseas look of ‘we need to bring him back to the camp’… which made Dutch bicker with him saying they had enough mouthes to feed at the moment. Dutch, Hosea said in a stern tone. He’s just a boy.. you can’t leave him here! Earning a sigh from Dutch, your right Hosea you always are. We’ll take him back to the camp but we need to take care of his wounds first.