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001 :BROKEN AND BATTERED
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When Augustus Gaunt had returned home from his barely legal part-time shift at McDonalds, after a very long walk that had resulted in him getting soaked in an unexpected rain shower, he had not expected to find the front door of his nan's house, blown into woodchips and twigs scattered across the front yard and sidewalk.
He hadn't expected to walk into said house to find the kind old woman that had basically raised him, collapsed, eyes glazed over and wide open, and jaw dropped open in a silent scream, laying dead on the floor of the living room while info-mercials continued to play on the television in the background, although at this point the electric bills were the least of his problems.
He hadn't expected to, with trembling hands and most everything else, have to attempt to dial nine-one-one, his eyes open wide and glued onto the still corpse of the woman who that very morning had told him to be careful on his walk to school reminding him that they lived in the drug ridden gang run slums of New Orleans, and could never be too careful. Had wished him good luck on a now irrelevent exam he had been stressing about for the past month.
Augustus definitely had not expected to collapse onto his knees and break down in tears, after the operator on the other end of the call had assured him that an ambulance would be arriving to his location as soon as possible.
But then again, no one ever expects death when it comes do they?
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The funeral was today.
After a month of wallowing, despairing, missing classes, and fruitlessly trying to convince the police that her death hadn't been of natural causes, the funeral for one, Mathilda Gaunt aged one hundred and fifteen years was today.
To say he didn't want to go was an understatement. Augustus loathed the very idea, the very thought of having to see his nan in a box lowered six feet into the wretched earth that had born witness to her last breath made him feel sick to his stomach.
Never to laugh again, never to tell him stories of a fantastical boarding school for magicians, never to complain about the oblivious leading roles in romantic comedies, never to comfort him when Augustus failed to see the point in going on living.
Like now. At this precise moment Augustus saw no reason to continue, no reason as to why getting an education mattered, no reason as to why abiding the law was neccesary.
Which is why, today on the day set for his nan's funeral Agustus Gaunt was being forced off the battered and bloodied body of one of his childhood bullies, being slammed against the floor, blood leaking from his probably broken nose and into his grinning mouth as his hands were being bound by a pair of cold too-tight handcuffs, while an angry female officer recited his rights to him and forcefully pushed him into the back seat of a police cruiser until all he could hear were it's blaring sirens above him and the pounding in his head.
Whether it was from hitting his head when the officer pushed him in the cruiser, the panic of being incarcerated, or the consistant hangover he'd had since his nan's death, something in that moment had caused him to, in mere seconds, fall asleep.
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authors note: hhhhh i'm actually really excited for this fic y'all, vote and comment :D ♡
