David Miller

## Early Life

### England

David Miller, born David Webb Jr, was born in 1944, England. just after the second world war. His parents were Jane Webb, and David Webb Sr. His father was a soldier in the war, and had post traumatic stress disorder. His mother became worried for the safety of her son quite early on, as David Sr would come home quite often sobbing, drunk as anything. Whenever Jane tried to talk to him, he just sent her away. Sometimes she saw him playing Russian Roulette, which scared her. Jane worried that one day he would snap, so on the 3rd of June, 1952, she packed a bag for her and her son. Eventually, David Sr came home, seeing they were running away. He begged to know why they were leaving, trying to walk up and stop her from continuing to pack. They argued for a moment, before Jane told Junior to wait by the door, which he went and did, David Sr not stopping him. He continued just trying to get a reason out of Jane, before she started walking out of the bedroom, so, he grabbed her arm, asking again "JUST GIVE ME A REASON! PLEASE!" where she snapped and pushed him away, screaming "GET AWAY FROM ME!".

David Sr clenched his fist, and slammed his fist across Jane's face, her falling to the ground immediately. David Sr got on-top of her, attempting to talk with her for a moment, before she punched him. There was silence for a moment, before David Sr socked her in the nose, as hard as he could. And again. And again. And again. He continued punching her until Jane grabbed her suitcase she had packed, and slammed it across his head, now running for the door. She grabbed David Jr, running away from the house, taking all the money that he had. ( They didn't trust banks all that much, after the great depression. )

Eventually, they a battered women's shelter, ran by a woman from Louisiana, staying there. Jane Webb, kept her name the same, but changed David's name from David Webb Jr to just David Webb. During their time in the women's shelter, The owner of the place taught her about America, as Jane had never liked the place, especially after she learnt about the nuking of Japan, though, she didn't like the Japanese anyway, she didn't like the fact they had the technology to end an entire city with one press of a button. The woman went on to explain that the people in America are a hell of a lot nicer than the war made them seem.

After roughly 11 months had passed, she moved from the women's shelter, as she had found an opening for a clerical worker in a newspaper ad, and had got the job. She worked day and night to make enough money to flee for America, in search of a better life. After about 4 years working there, she had enough money to move to America and afford a small property, to keep David, whom was now 9 years old, and herself, going for another 6 months. They moved there, to New York, renting a small property on the outskirts of the city, and living there.

## Adolescence

### New York

As David grew up, he questioned what happened to his father, as he had memories in England, with his dad. His mother simply avoided the question. David spent more and more time in the New York Public Library, reading newspapers and various books. He loved the ideas of libraries, spending by now, age 12, most of his day in one, skipping school as often as he could. His teachers didn't like that, and they regularly beat him... whenever he did turn up. He also had taken a job as a newspaper boy, delivering newspapers to make money. His mother also took a job, ending up getting a salary increase compared to her job in England.

His relationship with his mother had quietly soured over time, however, when he was 17, his mother finally sat him down to tell him about his father, and why she left. She said she regretted leaving him, and understood now. John listened, being angered that she'd leave him for a reason like that, but, he realised holding grudges wouldn't get him anyway, forgiving his mother. Over the next few years, his mother's health deteriorated, with her catching pneumonia one very cold winter. He quit his part-time job, to take care of his mother. One morning, at the age of 19, he was preparing breakfast for his mother. As he stepped through the bedroom doorframe, he saw his mother had fallen out of bed, he set the food down gently, now walking over, asking her if she was alright, but she didn't respond. He continued trying to wake her, shaking her, before he checked her breathing, and pulse. He realised she had died during the night. He still rushed her down to the hospital, where they didn't do much except call the mortician in to pronounce her dead.

At her funeral, he sat completely still, just staring. There weren't many people who attended her funeral, some co-workers of hers, and some co-workers and friends of his. A girl, Mary Miller, whom at the time was his best friend, sat next to him, rubbing his back. She empathised with him, as she had lost her mother aswell. After the funeral, she asked if he wanted to stay with her for a little while, as his mother didn't have a will, and didn't have the correct documents to prove that David was next of kin, the government took her house and money. He agreed, having nowhere else to stay anyway.

## Adulthood

In the summer of '66, At the age of 22; David had moved in with Mary, them both working full time jobs. He still had to make money, and rent costs were rising steadily, so they shared their income. After a year of acting basically like a couple, eventually, David decided to ask her out. She said yes, of course, and proceeded to say she was giving him hints for the past year, which, he had missed. David laughed, being happy to see that she shared feelings with him.

They went out for a drink, drinking sharing stories, playing darts, and eating terrible bar snacks until the sun came up. He had actually found someone like him. They walked home, stumbling. They talked about buying a small farmstead somewhere in the midwest, as it was much cheaper there. David liked the idea of settling down. Eventually, they got home. They continued talking with each-other on the couch until they both fell asleep.

Over the next couple of weeks, they spent more time around each-other, and the topic of what Mary had said last night came back up, about buying a farm in the midwest. Mary thought it over, sober this time, and decided her thoughts were still the same, she would love to. So, a year later, they did. They moved to Peoria, Illinois, as Mary had also found a good job opportunity there. David also found a good job, which involved working with computers. He realised these computer things were going to be very influential over the next few decades. He spoke with Mary, and they decided to live in Peoria, permanently, as they both had good jobs.

### Peoria

Fall of '68, Mary broke the news to David that she was pregnant. David was shocked, not knowing what to say for a moment, before running over and hugging her, feeling happy. David took a step back, and told her to wait there, he ran to the bookshelf, opening a hollowed out book, grabbing a wedding ring, before running back. He proposed to her on the spot, she of course, said yes. A month later, they were walking down the street, going for a small walk down to the local convenience store, they passed down an alleyway, taking the shortcut they always do. A person stepped up, walking out from behind a dumpster. David took a step back, grabbing Mary's hand, and moving her behind himself.

The man demanded money, however, the gun went off, hitting David in the stomach, David gripped his stomach, falling down onto the floor, being winded aswell, from falling directly on his back. The man shouted "SHIT! THE GUN WENT OFF!" another man ran around from the corner, aiming a gun aswell, this time at Mary. Mary screamed "NO, PLEASE DON'T!-" before being shot centre-mass 3 times, however, after the second shot, she had fallen down to the floor, and the 3rd shot caught her throat, now her falling down to the floor. David tried shouting, but had no air in his lungs.

The other man spoke "HOW'D THE FUCKIN' GUN GO OFF?", with the response being "IT JUST FUCKIN' DID, LET'S TAKE THEIR SHIT AND GET OUTTA HERE!". As one walked over, searching David, he managed to get out the words "She's pregnant... Please... Call an ambulance..." the man looting David spoke, asking "Is that true?...", the man looting Mary responded "DOESN'T FUCKIN' MATTER! I GOT HER RING, SHIT LOOKS EXPENSIVE, LET'S GO! CHRIS! C'MON!". They then both took off, running. David crawled over to Mary, trying to talk to her, however, no response, she was gone. A bystander witnessed David sobbing over Mary's body, before David looked over and shouted with all the energy he could: "Call an ambulance!"

David woke up in the hospital a few days later, immediately screaming for a nurse, despite being in a hell of a lot of pain, he demanded to know where Mary was. This continued for another 5 or so minutes, before a nurse walked in, telling him: "Mr Webb, i'm sorry, she didn't make it." David fell back onto the bed, to a sit, looking forward, stunned. The nurse continued "She was pronounced deceased as the medical team arrived.", all the while, David continued sitting there, unsure on how to process the information he was just given. "She will be kept at the morgue until you decide what to do with the body."

He was eventually discharged from the hospital, as he walked home, he saw a foreclosure notice on his apartment, and his shit had been raided and removed, and sent to a storage unit. He went to the bank to access the joint account, but it had been closed for multiple reasons. He asked what the reasons were, and were given two: Since they weren't married yet, there was no legal agreement, and her money has been returned to the government. As for his money, it was moved to a different account. He requested all of his money, all the accounts, and was given less than $300. He looked at the money, asking where the rest of it was, and was told "Your account was charged from an outstanding hospital bill." David got angry, screaming at them, before he was kicked out of the bank.

With $30 of his money, he decided to spend the night in the bar, drinking. A co-worker walked over to him, speaking with him. "I heard what happened, and I'm uh... really sorry." He didn't speak, just drinking, before the co-worker spoke again "You should be able to protect yourself, incase something like that happens again.", and he was passed a paper bag, in which had a revolver, already loaded. He nodded, taking it. his co-worker said one last thing, before leaving; "Boss wants to speak with you at EOD tomorrow, just letting you know.". David continued drinking, until he passed out in the bar.

The next morning, he walked from the bar to his place of work, going to his desk. With the job he had, he had access to customer information, and it was a pretty big company, so he searched for a "Chris" in the database, going through about 900 results for his entire day, until he found the exact motherfucker who killed his fiancé. His boss called him in about 20 minutes later, where he was put on leave cause of all the shit that had been happening, and was told "Once you get back on your feet, you can come back." David nodded, disassociating from the conversation, just thinking.

Later that night, he walked up to the apartment that he read on the database. David knocked on the door, hearing chatter from inside "Gimme a moment, man, just checking the door." He recognised the voice, holding the paper bag in front of him. The door opened, them locking eyes, David pointed the gun over towards the man's stomach, firing twice, as the man was stumbling backwards, David pushed up, he pulled the paper bag off of the gun, now kicking the man in the shin. The man fell onto his knees. David pressed the gun against the man's temple, firing instantly, without hesitation.

Another man ran around the corner, with a kitchen knife. Two shots were fired, one hitting the man's collarbone, another hitting the man's throat. The guy now falling over, gurgling up blood. David then turned the gun around on himself, pulling the hammer back, and firing, hearing the firing pin hit over an empty space. He did it again, the gun clicking, again, again, again. Now throwing the gun forward, he broke down in tears. David slid down the wall, sobbing,