July 14, 1986 - Ventnor City, New Jersey
10 months and 3 weeks seemed to have gone by in an instant, in the local hospital, A 6 pound young boy was born. The young boy was given the name Tony after his grandfather, The father of the young baby boy looked out the window, the sun shined bright in the sky. He took it as a sign for the brighter future of the otherwise struggling family. As Tony grew older, he began to develop an eye for detail, he grew very picky on clothing, toys, even his own food. The young boys mother rather liked his eye for colors, contrast, and style. His father in the other hand, absolutely loathed the cocky personality his son began to grow. In his mind, it was a problem only solved by demeaning the boy's aspirations to become a well known artist. If necessary, physical "motivation" would take its place.
This rift in between the family gradually grew as Tony grew older. The arguments turned into fights, sometimes physical. But nevertheless, Tony did everything he could to be the man he aspired to be. When he turned 16, he decided it was best to start making some money in the side for his own use. There were not many opportunities in his hometown, plus he didn't have a car on his own yet. His picky nature wasn't helping either, this new struggle only added to his father's growing resentment towards his son. He was running out of time to change his son's personality. With this in mind, life for Tony grew unbearable. Constant fighting between father and son nearly split the family in two. Finally it broke, Tony devolved into drug addiction, his motivation to do almost anything vanished into thin air.
His mother done everything she could to keep her son from the life they've struggled with before. Unfortunately it was no good, before they realized it, Tony had already sealed his fate. One night, after Tony returned home late, his father sat on his old chair reading a newspaper. When the door closed, he looked up at Tony and scoffed. "So..Where were you this time? Druggie friends? Your so called job? Doesn't matter...you'll end up a disappointment anyway. Even your own mother gave up on your lazy ass. Enjoy your fate, you'll be more alone than you think you are now." Tony didn't even look at his father. That was an average talk between the two. But tonight, it felt weird, Tony could not shake the tense feeling in the back of his mind. When he opened his room, his mother sat at the edge of the bed, she held needles in his hand.
Tony shook in tense fear as for what was happening. His mother looked at him, tears running down her face. "Wh-Why Tony...Why d-did you do this...y-you're destroying your life before it even began!" Tony's eyes were glued to hers, a single tear ran down his cheek, yet he remained emotionless. He felt little to no emotion about what he had done, only for his mother's reaction. His father got up and walked up behind him. "Like I said, you'll only be a disappointment this way. I've done everything for you to grow up humble, yet you fought to keep your ignorance above reality. It's a shame that you'd end up so broken..A failure to the family before you'd even have a chance to change it. Pity, you'd be better off living in the gutter. You worthless little brat!" Tony couldn't take it, he balled his fist and swung at his father, unfortunately he became pinned against the wall, his own father pressed against his neck choking the young man.
His mother dropped the needles and tried to separate the two but she was pushed back with the fathers elbow, she fell to the floor, her lip was busted and bleeding. That sent Tony over the edge, he reached for his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. With one swing, he jabbed it into his fathers neck. The blood covered his hand and shirt but it didn't slow his father down. Tony was flung into the hall, the knife still in his fathers neck. Tony got up and ran, he bolted out the door and into the street. He only had time to turn around to see a car racing towards him. His eyes widened as he felt a sharp pain race through his body, suddenly everything went black. He felt nothing, all except cold air. Suddenly he plummeted onto a sidewalk, dazed, and in extreme pain. He blacked out, as a car stopped...
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