Hey everybody, I just wanna let those who are reading, know this is my first fic. I just got the idea maybe I'd enjoy writing stuff, so here I am, trying it out. It may or may not work out, but I think I'll like it. So just a heads up, I'm always gonna have an ear for feedback. Don't like this? Lemme know why, etc etc. Anyways, I've held you up long enough, enjoy what I came up with on a whim!
Andrew was born on November 22nd, 2040. His life wasn't at all special, not entirely unlike the children he grew up around. One of which was Angela Ziegler, although she was a couple years older than he, they became fast friends for some unbeknownst reason to their inept, young minds. Little did they know they had quite a lot in common, albeit their ideals hadn't formed as of yet. At the time, they grew close because their parents shared similar occupations. The adults that led their lives, both Andrew's and Angela's, were serving in a war. Unknown to them, their fathers were your average soldiers- those above them considered them as bodies, not as people, and were treated as such. Expendable. Angela's mother was a field medic, spending much of her time alongside her husband who fought valiantly, as she patched him up too many times to count. "Why hasn't he been promoted yet?" She wonders on occasion. It's true, Angela's father had endured more than most grunts. He took hits, and gave them just as equally. Andrew's mother worked as the Lead Physician in a local hospital, which was overflowing with wounded soldiers. She had made little time to see him and take care of him, unfortunately, but she still made time nonetheless. Andrew didn't understand, but he didn't mind. She was working very hard to take care of him, and he appreciated it. At her job, Andrew's Mother never got her hands bloody; she wasn't qualified to. Instead, she was more of a paper-pusher. Handling the parchment and ink of the place, so no-one else would have to. Her job was almost as important as the Lead Surgeon. Almost.
Andrew looked up to his Mother, for she was the role model in his life. His father was never around; he had actually never met him. 'Maybe one day', he thought to himself. Andrew had thought it'd be a good idea to follow in his Mother's footsteps, and do something in the medical field. At a young age, he simply thought being a doctor meant good money and an easy life. It couldn't be that hard, right? While he was wrong, it is what pushed him to strive for that kind of greatness. And in his future, he did prevail.
In 2046, a few short years after the Omnic Crisis had begun, Angela's parents succumbed to the cold embrace of death. When Angela was informed, she was devestated. Andrew and his mother took her in, and raised her as one of their own. While Angela wouldn't care to admit it, having Andrew by her side made things a hell of a lot easier. They were ultimately best friends for life.
Later that same year, Andrew got the news that would change most children his age. His father suffered the same fate as Angela's. That's what his mother told him. While Andrew was sad that he would never get to meet his beloved father, he could not bring himself further than shedding a few tears for the man. They never got to meet. They were denied the oppurtunity to bond. Talk about ladies. Throw baseball in a field. Raise a dog into a trustworthy companion. Everything a son and father should've done together, they couldn't 'All because of this dumb fighting.' He thought. He never knew why people fought so much.
Andrew's Mother handled her husband's death far worse than he did. After all, she was the man whom she'd concieved her only son with! How could she ne okay after that. 'Let's get this over with.' She thought before swallowing a handful of random pills. She couldn't handle the pain her lover's death brought her, and, in turn, took her own life. She never realized it would effect her son more than his father's death did.
But she did it anyways.
Andrew awoke in the night when he heard a loud thud originate from his mother's room, and decided to investigate. When he opened te door, tears immediately flowed forth from his eyes. He fell to his knees, his young mind incapable of describing his emotions. It was only three days after his father's death.
He was 10 years old at the time.
He leaned forward, and in hoping he could fix the sorrow scenario, began gently shoving his mother, "Mommy! MOMMY!" He shouted several times, crying ecstatically the entire time. Angela, being the worrisome sister-like figure for several years, instintively ran to the commotion. She rushed into the room, and stopped to marvel the sight before her. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she cupped her mouth with her hands. "Ach nein..." she managed to mutter. She knelt next to Andrew, and held him close. They wept together, silently but for a prolonged period of time. They both lost track, and Angela carried Andrew to bed later that night. He would need to rest for the next morning, for sure. They had no family, so she had to call on the only person she knew.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I have a lot more to come, so don't worry, updates will be plentiful as I have a lot of free time. Feel free to leave a review, tell me what you think. Apologies in advance if you find any grammatical errors, my hands are fidgetey. Thanks for reading!
