FRY, TUCKER

TUCKER ALEXANDER FRY
20 ■ MALE ■ STRAIGHT ■ 6'2 ■ MUSCULAR
DEPRESSION && SELF-HARM ■ LOW-RISK

^{_____________________________________________________________________}

[/size][/b]

[/ul]

[/b][/size]

[/i] they don’t care. Why should he tell his problems to expressionless freaks? The irony is that they think he’s a freak—he just doesn’t know how to feel.[/ul][/size][/ul]

[/size][/b]

[/i]. Almost everything he put his heart into failed him. Not that his past is the typical, cliché crazy-person past, but it was never easy. He was born into an unmarried couple’s hell. He had an older sister and an older brother, both who loved and cared for him. His parents never got married because they had their first kid at seventeen and broke up. Then they had another one-night-stand two years later—oops, pregnant again. After that, they moved in together, but nothing ever seemed to go right. Three years after the second child, Tucker was born. Tucker knew his mother for about eight years, then she slit her wrists and bled out in a bathtub. (And yes, you probably guessed it, he was the one to find her.) The kids were left with their father, an asshole who drank all the time and could never hold a job. They lived in a ratty three-bedroom apartment.

▫ Tucker’s brother and sister were always taking care of him. At the age of eleven, the kids were taken to an orphanage. They were split-up. A year after their parting, Tucker was in an abusive foster family with siblings that beat him up. He received a letter informing him that his sister had been murdered and the killer had yet to be found. The letter said he would be informed when the killer was found. He didn’t get to go to the funeral, and he never received another letter. Tucker still has no clue what happened to his brother.

▫ After another year of foster family hopping, Tucker was put in a home where he was molested by the father almost fifty times. He never said anything or stood up for himself because the man said he would do it to the little girls if he didn’t have him. Luckily, he was moved out of that home after about five months. At the age of sixteen, Tucker fell in love. The girl loved him fiercely, and he loved her right back. Though he had no idea how to, he loved her the best way he could. They dated for two years and on July 10—the day before Tucker’s birthday—she was killed in a car accident on the way to his party. Tucker had started cutting himself at fifteen, but it hit a peak then. We he almost died, his current foster family kicked him out without alerting anyone of his problems. He went to another home, where they sent him to Ravenwood after finding him cutting himself late at night.[/ul][/size][/ul]

[/b][/size]

[/ul][/font][/center]
[/blockquote]