Chris Mautter

Born into a broken home no father around. Mother always drinking always being beaten down . Found on the ground, needle in her arm deceased Nobody but her son wish she Rest In Peace. Now chris at the age of nine in order to be fine. Sent to live with his uncle, an angry man always disgruntled, incident after incident of molestation gave Chris such inner devastation. At the age of fourteen there was no more hesitation. Uncle asleep he pulled out a brand new twenty-two. Put it to his temple, pulled the trigger. He thought it was so simple, he was no longer bitter. After the ultimate revenge he packed a bag. But he only had a few t-shirts and rags. Now Chris always running from the cops living in a box trying to buy food so he’s selling rocks. Getting harassed by gangs from block to block hearing gunshots bang on every hour of the clock. At the age of sixteen he goes to his meet up spot to sell dope to a fiend. But this fiend had a gun and would shoot a human being. The fiend draws his gun this can’t be Chris has to run he has to flee. Catches a bullet in the back of the head instantly dead, dumpster in the ally way is now his bed. On the news sixteen year old found killed named Chris mautter, slain by a dope fiend who was his father.