~Jeremy's POV~
A pale brunette is wandering the streets look for a job....it seemed like that was the only way to escape the torture and cruelty of his father....

Jeremy doesn't have the best life concluding that his mother passed when he was only 7 years of age. And it was caused....by a small fight.....

~Flashback~

~Jeremy's POV~
"YAY!!!!! FREDDY FAZBEEEARS!!!!!" This is the best day ever! I get to go that awesome place again! Mom says we just need time away from daddy..... Once she tells me were going I rush to my room and start getting ready. Since I'm 7 years old I can change myself! I'm almost a grown up! I search through my drawers for my Freddy Fazbear t-shirt. While looking I hear the sound of glass being broken....I go to check on my mommy...

I walk to the kitchen only to be greeted by shouts and sobbing.....

I hear my mom shouting but only to be muffled out by my dad who is a lot louder. "DAMNIT RICHARD HE'S OUR SON! YOU NEED TO STOP TREATING HIM LIKE TRASH!" 'THATS ALL HE IS! YOU SHOULD HAVE GOT THE DAMN ABORTION!' I start to sob hearing these words spoken by my own dad.

The next thing I see is horrible...Dad raises a hand and strikes Mommy...

He knocks her to the ground..and offers her a hand...she hesitates and takes his hand...only to get her wrist twisted..SNAP!

I sob more and more! I can't watch anymore! I have to do something!

"D-DADDY S-S-STOP HURTING M-MOMMY!!!!" I yell and start attempting to tug him away by his sleeve. 'SHUT UP YOUR STUPID STUTTERING BOY!' H-he slapped me! I see mommy struggling to get up and help me.....

My dad gets a knife out of the kitchen ready to stab and end my life there.....he raises it above his head to throw down at me.

I wait for the impact tears already rushing down my face. I see him throw the knife down...but I don't feel anything....

I look up to see my mom hovering over me blood covering her body....the last words she says are, 'always remember Jeremy...Mommy loves you...' her eyelids slide shut and she collapses on top of me...

She sacrificed herself....for me....

I hold her limp body in my arms....only to get yelled at more and more...

'THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT BOY! IF YOU WERE NEVER BORN THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN!' He shouts at me. I'm already crying the most I possibly have before!

That's when it all starts. The torture..the madness....my depression.....

~End of Flashback~

I am now 18 years old and to this day the torture and madness still continues....every day..a broken leg..arm...hell he almost snapped my neck...My name is Jeremy Fitzgerald. And I still believe that...It's all my fault.....