This is my first ever KH fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. This is just the start. The next section picks up in 2003.

I do not own Kingdom Hospital.

-1933-

Paul Morlock just sat there watching as other children enjoyed their time outdoors. Three little girls played double ditched in a patch of sun light and two boys played cops and robbers, attacking each other with sticks and pebbles. No one asked him to play with them. No one liked Paul.

Paul swiped a loose piece of hair out of his face and stood up. No one understood him; no one wanted to be seen with him. Not even his own family. Paul slowly walked down the roads of town like he normal did, trying to stall his time. He did not want to go back inside the place he was forced to call home. To the people who forced him to call mother and father. His sister was not mean to him, but she was older than Paul and hardly ever around him.

Though, home could not come soon enough. Paul sighed and climbed up the rickety, old stairs. Shouts from his mother and father could already be heard from where he stood two flights from his apartment. Another fight, meaning they would be in a bad mood. Normal.

Paul dreaded opening up the door.

"There you are! Where were you, boy! Huh?!" Paul's father grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up so that they were close to eye level. Paul's feet were inches off the floor.

"I was out by the school! I didn't do anything wrong!" Paul said and his father laughed, a strong smell of whiskey on his breath.

"Oh then what is this!" Paul's father carried him down the small hallways , Paul gasping for air. His father was chocking him. They were heading into the small crawl space that was Paul's sleeping room. He was thrown violently in there, hitting the ground hard. Paul winced in pain as he landed.

"What is what? I don't understand, father!"

"Don't understand! Pull the string, boy!" Paul reached up and wrapped his fingers around a small string. A very dim light shone through the small crawl space. Dead bunnies and rats laid scattered on the floor. Small cuts spilt through the animals.

"They were in the apartment, and I knew you would have killed them so I just thought I would have –"

"Helped me? You think this is helping me! Your mother screamed so loud that people came to make sure we were unharmed. Know everyone knows of your help! They think we house a mad boy! They think we are mad!!" Paul's father screamed and Paul shuttered. He hated seeing his father like that. Paul felt a tear slip from his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to help!" Paul started to move farther back into the crawl space, his father started to reach in to grab him. Paul's father tugged on his son's suspenders causing Paul to be dragged out of the crawl space in full fear. He was crying now and he knew his father would say something about it.



Paul was now face to face with his father. His father's eyes were full of rage and hate. Paul felt so small to his father.

"What are you doing? Crying?! Aww, poor little Paulie. Suck it up!" Paul's father threw him across the hall and Paul hit the wall. The pain was great but he feared his father more.

"Mary Jean is home!" Paul heard his mother scream through the house and Paul's father smirked. "I will be right back, boy," Paul's father said through clenched teeth. His face was merely an inch away from his frightened son's. Paul's father walked down the hall and into another room that was not in Paul's sight. Paul wiped his tears from his eyes with his tampered, dirty sleeve. He wanted to be free from this hell and he slowly crawled into the crawl space again. He slowly set back the dead animals into a small box where he had them and set the box in a corner. Paul made his way to the back of the crawl space to his small, dirty pillow that was nearly flat. His blanket was thin and could barely keep him warm at night.

Paul picked up his pillow and hugged it, setting his chin on the pillow. He held the pillow tight to his chest. His father took away this small bear that he had very since he was little a couple of nights ago.

Paul never wanted his father to find him. His head and sides pulsed with pain and Paul could feel a small amount of blood trickling down the back of his head.

Paul was left alone for almost an hour.

"Boy! Come out of there! I have something to tell ya! Don't make me go in there!" Paul slowly put his pillow down and slowly crawled out of the space. His body was shaking with fear. He was dusty, but yet the whole house was dusty. Paul swiped his messy hair away from his face as he approached his sister and mother. His father was looking in a different direction.

"Hi, Mother. Hi Mary Jean." Paul said quietly with his head down. He looked up slightly to see his mother's stern face reply 'Hello', though Mary Jean smiled. Mary Jean was nice to Paul in a sense. She was older than Paul by four years. Paul was ten and she was fourteen. Mary Jean would be moving out of the house in two weeks to go work at a factory on the other side of town.

"Boy. We brought you out here not to say hi to your sister, but to say goodbye. We made up our minds and we are taking you to Gottreich." Paul's father said and Paul's eyes widened. Mary Jean gasped and put a frail hand to her mouth.

"No! No! I'm not crazy! He kills people! Eric Smith told me that his brother was sent there and was killed!! No!" Paul started to run, but his mother caught him.

"You listen to us!" Paul's mother smacked him across the face. "You are going there and that is final. Get into the automobile!" Paul's mother was stern. Paul's fathers grabbed Paul and carried him over his shoulder. Paul began to pound at his father's back, tears forming down his face.

"Can I get my things!" Paul screamed and his parents were about to say no before Mary Jean piped in.

"Mother, let him at least bring something."

"As long as it isn't those filthy animals, fine! But hurry it up!" Paul's mother said and Paul was set roughly down. Paul ran into his crawl space and grabbed his pillow and blanket, they were the only things he really cared about. When he got back to his father, he was grabbed on the collar and forced to walk. He turned around and looked back to his mother and sister. He did not look at his mother though, he connected eyes with his sister. Paul noticed that his sister was crying.