The Forgotten One

It was a cold dusky autumn morning. I lay in my bed watching the rain flow down the window, thinking of a life that is not mine. I did not want this life. All I wanted was to be a good person and live in peace.I have always wanted to live in the mountains of Montana alone, where I could bring no harm to others, and no harm could be brought to me.My body hurts, and my mind will not shut out what they have done to me.I just wanted to grow a garden and hunt for the meat I would need to survive. Cure the hides of my kills and make the items I would need to get by from day to day.Yet that is not what I have been given. Instead, I have been forced into witness protection.Will I ever be free of this torment?