Yuri Plisetsky's Backstory..

Chapter 1

On the 1st of March, 2000, Yuri Plisetsky was born in Moscow, Russia.

A few days after his birth, he and his parents went back home.

His mother wasn't a very good mom to say the least, she was always busy with being one of the most popular Russian idols ever but...When Yuri came to a few months old, she was forced to retire from the job ti look after her son. She resented the Russian boy more than her words could ever describe.

This made her violent and very temperamental, anger issues always getting the better of her. To make matters worth, Yuri’s father was never home to help so that only increased the violent acts against Yuri.

Sometimes, she would ever forget to feed the Russian, leaving him to starve. Only when she left and Yuri's Grandpa Nikolaí came over did he get some food and sleep. But as soon as his mother came home and Nikolaí left, everything started up again. That's how Yuri had a very rough life growing up as baby.

It's a miracle he managed to survive hours, maybe even days without a decent meal or a decent amount of sleep when he was only a few months old. He was purposely being neglected by his mother and she didn't even care a single but about him.

Yuri had no good life when he was younger, his mother payed less and less attention to him as he got older and this only made Yuri wonder if he was meant to be with her. He had learned to do most things by himself, most things people learned to do when they got to age five.

He learned how to walk, to talk, all on his own coming to realize his mom had no interest in teaching him too. He got help occasionally from his Grandpa though so he wasn't entirely doing all of this himself. Thank god.

As time went on, Yuri longed to leave his mother more and more. But being only four when he had these thoughts, that option was out of the question for a definite. He wanted to live with his Grandpa but he wasn't even sure if that would work out the way he hoped it would.

His Grandpa came over one day, just as his mom was leaving. That's when the young Russian built up the courage to say his Grandpa about his mom.

Slowly, he tugged on his sleeve looking up at him as he was making some Pirozhki's (Yuri's favorite food).

“What is it, Yurachka?” His Grandpa asked, looking down at his grandson, gently picking him up.

“It’s about mama...” He spoke quietly and softly, his words barely audible.

“What about her?”

“She...she isn't nice to me.” Yuri said, looking his Grandpa in the eyes, sympathy immediately clouding their already greyish color.

“I know she isn't...that's why I want to take custody of you.” He said, sighing when he thought Yuri wouldn't know what that meant fully.

“Does...that mean you take care of me?” He asked, his eyes lighting up with glee and happiness. But...as much as Nikolaí wanted to make Yuri happy, to say that would be the case, it wouldn't be for a while...

~3 years later-

No child should feel this way, they shouldn't feel as though their world is being torn apart. As if their only option is death. As if their parents didn't care at all...step into Yuri's shoes. That's how it feels.

He had been beaten by his mom, his drunk mom. He had punched, kicked, hit, burned, lunged at, you name it. He was in loads of pain, curled up tightly on his bed crying into his pillow. He knew he couldn't be too loud in case his mom heard, but he wanted to let everything out. He was scared and felt lonely.

He looked at the phone he had on his bedside table, staring at his homescreen, tears streaming down his stained, pale cheeks. The picture was of him and his Grandpa outside in the snow. It made him smile, but it hurt. His Grandpa lived in St Petersburg now and he lived in Moscow still.

He was a very distressed child and he wasn't ashamed to admit to it. This wasn't the only thing he did, call him too young but do you think he gave a shit?

He had cut his arms loads and it had only been 2 days since his mom had been going out and getting drunk. They didn't deal themselves up at all just yet.

The still fresh, dark red bloodied up cuts still on his pale skin, some blood stil stained on it.

He sighed looking at the state he had made of his arms but he didn't seem to care anymore, when did he ever care about his health? He smiled when he heard his mom yelling at his Grandpa about giving him up. He listened closely to the conversation.

“No, listen to me! You're a fucking terrible mother!”

“How dare you! I try my best and put effort into my son's life! I help-”

SMACK.

Yuri froze. Did his Grandpa just slap his mother!?

“You don't even bother at all! Yurachka is constantly depressed because of the way you treat him! I'm taking custody of him. I don't care what you say!”

Yuri then beard footsteps coming up the stairs. He froze, his Grandpa would flip if he saw his arms. He ran to his closet and grabbed a long sleeved hoodie, quickly putting it on. He turned to see his Grandpa standing in the doorway. He rushed over to his grandson's side and hugged him tightly. “Im sorry that I couldn't help you sooner, Yurachka...you can you can leave with me now...mama can't cause you anymore pain.”

Yuri felt tears arise in his turqouise eyes and he smiled hugging his Grandpa back just as tight. He was free.

That didn't mean all this suffering would end. Oh no, this was only the beginning of the worst childhood Yuri could ever imagine.