Personal Narrative: Child Abuse

I am dead, I do not know much of my life before the cypt. For what I do know I was abused by my parents. I do know when I was about eighteen my father was morbidly drunk and ended up killing my mother, my brother and me. I soon woke up in about a couple hundred years, as I later found out through the events I have already told you. I roamed the world visiting others like me, from the Pharaohs of Egypt to the Tsars of Russia. One man has followed me through all these years.
Later, in the late 1800s I heard the strange man has fallen ill. That was the last I heard of him. The man had a son to take over his legacy, in a short couple of years when the boy was in his mid 20’s he started to hunt me more aggressively. This young man hunted me like

The decay is getting even worse on my body my eyes are gone now only a dark pit of human tissue remains there is even more decay everywhere else in some areas I can stick my fingers straight through.
I wandered through the streets of Boston people shriek at the sight of me and the repulsive stench of my decayed body sends the people not fleeing already running in the opposite direction. Now I only sense one person near me it was the boy. I tried to run but I can not see what is in front of me.
“Why are you trying to run but you cannot see” in a mocking tone, the boy yelled at me.
He fired a shot into my leg and I fell to the ground. I let out a horrible screech so horrible one can not describe the morbide sound I let out. As I crawl to him he fired another shot in too my arm. My crawling slowed even more than before, it felt like an eternity when I got to his leg. There I pulled him down to my level but he was much stronger than me, of him not being decayed at all. His gun flew a couple feet away but he got up, me slowly crawling toward him but he got to his gun