CB

by Jennahbird

Before he was the infamous A, Charles DiLauentis was a lonely young man stuck in Radley Sanitarium. His whole life changed when we met a girl who looked just like the person that ruined his life, his sister Alison. The story begins about six months before Alison's disappearance. I do not own any rights to these characters, just trying to make it til season six.

1. Chapter 1

C+B

Lonely was more than an emotion for Charles, it was his existence. He was never actually alone, he was always surrounded by nurses, orderlies and the constant noise from the other patients. Even with the commotion that seemed to always surround him at Radley Sanitarium he ached of loneness. He never had any friends, people he didn't mind being around in art class or in the rec room sure, but never any friends. Occasionally Charles would allow himself to remember what it was like to have a friend but the memories of laughing and playing outside with his brother Jason soon turn to pain as flashes of the moment he lost his best friend and his family came to his mind. These thoughts consumed him, he could feel the warmth of rage start to invade his whole body. His knuckles would turn white and he felt a total loss of control. After over a decade of living in an institution, first in Bedford Sanitarium and then in Radley, Charles knew himself enough to know that it is best not to think of such things.

"Charles, it's almost time for art class, you know how your mother feels about you skipping out on your weekly activities." Charles looked up at Nancy an elderly nurse who has always shown kindness and almost motherliness to him. With a deep sigh Charles responded, "I'm coming Nance, wouldn't want to disappoint Mother." With this snarky response he looked up at Nancy and smiled. "Now how can I get mad at such a snide comment when you flash me that legendarily smile?" Hesitantly, Charles walked down the hallway to make it just in time for his art class. He had grown tired of going to this class every Wednesday afternoon, it was always the same people and the subject matter had been recycled over and over again. His mother liked for him to in her words "actively participate" in all of the activities offered at Radley. He is pretty sure this is how she fools herself into thinking that her son is having a so called life. As Charles walked in the light-filled room he eyed a seat towards the back left part of the room. Once settled he scanned the room to see who was in attendance. As he looked to the right side of the class in the front row he saw a head full of wavy blonde hair and he suddenly felt that all familiar rage build up inside of him. The next thing he remembers is being held down by an orderly on the cold tile.