My Name is Jack Wolter. I am from Poland, 18 years old.
I was raised in pathological family, mom and dad abused alcohol. Since I was a kid I had to work for everything by myself.
From five years I'm catching myself casual jobs. There was always a lack of bread in home, because every money was spent on alcohol.
A brand from a past left it's mark on me: sometimes I was agressive and sometimes I was shy.
Parents terrorized me that if I tell somebody I'm walking hungry they're going to give me to child house.
In school I was trying to give everything from me. I didn't wanted to be like my parents. I wanted to be someone.
In school I didn't had many friends, I had only one to be honest that was Ryan. We were best friends, I could tell him everything
and he'd understand, he accepted my every choice. I didn't want to live in Poland with my family so after my 18th birthday I went to get
a driver license, I racked up money for it by myself, same with a cheap car. I passed exams for driver license at the first time. Someday I
decided to run away, I told Ryan that I'm going at "vacations". I offered him to go with me. He agreed. Unfortunately we happened to be there
at the wrong time and at the wrong time... Well, maybe I'll find the real family here...
Mark after wolf bite at the left arm
Mark after bullet somewhere around left thigh