Backstory (Childhood)

Fabian grew up in a very broken home, his parents were very young when he was born and they were very unprepared to have a child. His father was physically abusive to his mother while she was mentally abusive to the both of them. Fabian’s parents were always screaming at each other. Sometimes Jason would hit Charity at which she would leave the house for hours. Jason would then lay on the couch drinking. The abuse was mostly directed at each other until strange things started happening around Fabian. Things would disappear and appear in places they had no right being, at first his parents thought he was just moving their things until one day his father’s keys ended up in the air vents near the ceiling.

At this point Charity was convinced that Fabian was summoning demons into their house and that is why her and her husband were no longer in love. Desperate for an excuse she blamed it all on their son.

Jason took a similar route though he didn’t believe there was anything supernatural happening. He was simply convinced that Fabian was doing these things. It was then when Fabian was about four the abuse turned on him. A slap here and there when he came near his father, his mother refusing to let him eat with them and screaming at him for everything no matter who’s fault it was.

After three years of this Charity got fed up with Jason’s abuse and left in the middle of the night. No warning, taking all her things wither and leaving only a note saying she was done. That is when the abuse grew and Fabian started spending as much time at school and avoiding his father as he could.

He finally messed up two years later at age nine. It seemed to be a regular day Fabian left the house to school early before his father woke up as usual and was quiet as a mouse on his way out. He had a test that day and had been studying for weeks for it. Otherwise it was normal. Until he got home. When he entered his house he found the ground littered with alcohol bottles, cans and chips.

His father was asleep on the couch as per usual. Fabian slowly started trying to sneak to his room just past the couch, carefully avoiding the litter when his father snorted loudly in his sleep. The loud noise spooked Fabian and he jumped kicking a bottle then landing on some spilled chips. The bottle rammed into other bottles and cans and as Fabian tried to catch his balance he stepped on several other cans his right hand landing on his father’s shoulder. The crashing woke up his drunk father who was beyond pissed, the man looked down at the hand touching him furiously. Fabian pulled his hand away quickly but it was already too late.

The man grabbed Fabian and dragged him into the garage. Throwing him to the ground hard enough for him to hit his head. While Fabian was busy blinking away the pain and trying to understand what was happening his father walked across the garage picking up an ax hanging on the wall. Fabian vaguely remembered it was the ax his father obsessively sharpened when he was upset. He expected his father was going to reenter the house and sharpen his ax possibly locking him out in the garage for the night.

Fabian started to relax when his father started approaching him, confused Fabian started pushing himself to his knees. “D-dad?” he questioned voice shaking in confusion as his father grabbed him by the arm with his free hand throwing him down again next to a chopping block he kept in the back of the garage.

Fabian yelped in pain as his arm was pulled roughly to be pressed to the wooden block, looking up at his father he opened his mouth to ask a question. His voice caught in his throat as he processed his father raising the ax up high, his brain and reflexes seemed to have a disconnect in that moment because as he watched the ax arcing down on his wrist removing his hand from his arm.

The young boy screamed in pain while his father just sneered and walked back into the house “serves you right, Freak” with that he slammed the door, Fabian could see spots of darkness appearing in his vision. He panicked sure he was about to pass out and maybe die but the pain was too much and he felt himself go weightless.

He woke up to see white curtains all around him, he was on a stiff bed under a thin scratchy sheet. A hospital? he wondered