ReRun!FPE

Prologue ~ A Second Chance

TW ~ Blood/Gore/Death (I mean it's an FPE fic what did you expect)

A constant screeching of a familiar alarm erupts throughout the cold air, and through the ears of a tired figure. Slowly inching their way to cleanse their ears from the horrific devise purely designed to ruin the only rest they'll get in their lives.

As the devise is finally put to rest, the apple stemmed boy is able to resist the weight of their tired eyes to make out the numbers 5:45 AM. Groaning at the sight of this accursed time he's required to wake up from, he reluctantly forces his body out of bed to get ready for another grueling day at this hell they call school.

Grabbing the necessities for a well earned shower, he expectantly finds his preparations to school silent and cold, with no one to greet him with a warm welcome or best wishes to his journey through education. As sad as it may be, he's grown accustomed to this environment and sometimes even found some comfort in the silence that went about in his day. Though, he wonders if he would enjoy these cold moments less if the relationship between his father was any different.

Abbie being the person he is now hasn't changed much during his youth. Being the shy, introverted kid who preferred to stay indoors to draw his favorite cartoon character, or play with the established toys set by the adults around him. He never liked sticking out, being berated or judged just for making a simple mistake was an experience he secretly vowed to never go through again. His mother had respected his wishes, and didn't push any further to change the mindset of her own child. His father however, wasn't so lenient with his behavior.

Maybe it was the expectations of being a father that drove him to push as hard as he did, that because they shared a few similarities between each other, that they would connect better than anyone else ever could.

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That look of disappointment is a memory that will forever be engraved on Abbie's mind.

Their relationship never grew to be the strongest in the family, and the unfortunate events that occurred after didn't ease the situation either. His mother had sacrificed her life to save him from a speeding vehicle, resulting in her tragic death leaving a bitter mark on the already distant ties that were held by her existence alone. They rarely spoke to each other after her passing, with his father leaving him letters of his 'business trips' or occasional checks that he would leave on the table to use as he sees fit. If it weren't for those, Abbie would've thought he had abandoned him a long time ago.

But despite the sheer disregard he received from his own father, he had never felt the right to blame him for his behavior. He knew he wasn't the most physically capable, the most intelligent, or had possessed any sort of talent that would make him a dime in a dozen amongst his peers. As much as the world was disappointed with him, he had felt a stronger regret constantly boiling within himself. And he hopes that maybe one day when he gets old enough, that when his father comes to revisit his own son again, he'll be able to tell him something that he's good at, even if it's the smallest interest anyone can pick up.

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Once he was done showering and got dressed in his usual attire, he'd finally set off to the great institution renowned as the Fundamental Paper Education. It was only after he left his home did he realize of the upcoming math exam that had been scheduled for today, previously insisting to both himself and to others that he was going to study properly. Only to find himself falling face first into the soft, safe haven his bed offered during his most trying times. Hopefully he can get a quick study session before classes start he thought, but knowing his efficiency in math of all subjects, it was likely a lost cause especially since he really struggled to understand the current subject Miss Circle taught as of recently.