Darkness, rain, thunder.
Kajetan is packing his backpack in a very aggressive but quiet manor.
God damn you all! I’m done!
He throws his Backpack on the bed, goes to his desk and pulls his chair back quickly. He grabs a piece of paper out of his schoolbag and reads the title, silently, to himself.
“Expulsion, huh? Fuck you!”
He turns around the paper and grabs a pen. He starts writing furiously. Every now and then he stops writing and talks to himself.
“How can they throw me out for protecting my friends? He started it! He deserved to get beaten up.”
He continues writing.
He takes a look at his hand, it’s swollen. A few wounds spread across his knuckles. He moves his hand, making a fist over and over again, while staring at his hand.
“Yeah, thats what bullies deserve. Taking from people who can’t defend themselves… he deserves worse.”
The letter is finished. Kajetan looks at the letter. He tears up, a few teardrops fall onto the letter. The door behind him slowly opens, a voice calmly starts talking.
“Kajetan? he doesn’t mean it like this. He loves you! He’s worried about you because you are our son.”
Kajetan let’s his head fall back, groans and turns around.
“Adoptive son, now leave me alone. He wants me gone? He will get what he wants now go”
Annoyed he stands up and kicks the door to close it. He turns the key to lock it and sits back down. Reading his Letter again.
The letter reads the following:
“Im sorry Mom,
I can’t take shit from everybody anymore! I know it might not be right to beat somebody up, but he was an asshole, he took what he could get from everybody at the school. Why am i getting punished for stopping that shit? Maybe he is doing the right thing. And not even you got my back! Whatever, i’m done, i’m gone. I’m not the son you always dreamed of and you can’t deal with it.”Get yourself together or fuck off”. That’s what he said right? I will do both.
He looks around for a while, then goes to his bed to grab his backpack and places the letter. He opens the window, jumps out and starts running.
His plan was simple, go somewhere where nobody knows him, somewhere, where nobody would look for him… Chernarus seemed perfect in his eyes. He simply jumped onto freighttrains, with a clear destination in mind: Novigrad.
To mark a new chapter of his life he took a knife and deeply cut “20.01.13” into his left lower leg. That’s the date he would from now on consider his new birthday
His family declared him as missing at the next police station on the following day after he left.
After reaching his destination, he held himself over water by working on construction sites or other small jobs. If he couldn't get work he would steal, to at least get through the day.