Remember how I told you I left home? I didn't go far. Couple of towns over, maybe. Rented a small apartment- the place was a dump, but for a while, it was home.

One night someone broke in. Tried to kill me in my sleep. I woke up and found some guy with a knife just... standing over my bed. It was the scariest fucking thing I'd ever experienced.

He tried to take me out, I rolled out of the way, but not before he caught me with that blade right across the chest. [ You were wondering about those scars, weren't you, Peter? ] I had no idea who this guy was, but I'd bet anything he was a wizard- he moved too fast, didn't seem fazed when I sent things flying across the room at him.

He was either some guy my dad hired to get rid of me- which I honestly wouldn't put past him, as pissed off as he was about my being a "disgrace"- or some guy some other wizard had hired in order to get on my dad's good side. I never got the chance to ask him, because he beat the shit out of me. Stabbed me again for good measure.

I thought I was going to die, and I panicked, and I used the spell- I call it my "Last Resort", and for good reason. I sat there and watched, bleeding and horrified as everything in my little apartment did its level best to kill the bastard. Ultimately, the carpet uprooted itself and smothered him to death.