A/N: I do not own any Daredevil rights or Ryan :-(

My name is Ryan Atwood. You're probably thinking this is just another sob story of some guys' life or my life is perfect, stop whining. Well it is a sad story but my life isn't perfect. Right now I'm on the beach, leaning against a lifeguard stand, my whole body pretty much collapsed. If anyone saw me tonight they wouldn't think of me as the blind guy……

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I grew up in Chino, San Bernardino County of California. I was like any other kid on Larch Street, I could see for starters. My mum, Dawn, was on alcoholic and dad, Jack, was a criminal. Jack Atwood was arrested when I was six for armed robbery; the only thing I want to remember of him is the choker he gave me when I was six….

"Dad….where are you going?" The little blonde boy asked sitting on the front porch.

"I have to go away for a long time Ryan." The older man sat next to him.

The boy wanted to cry, sure his dad was violent and angry but he would miss him. The man retrieved a strip of leather from his pocket and tied it around the crying boys' neck. The last thing he said was

"Atwood's don't cry"

Larch Street was, in my case, a cage. The sky was always grey and the air smokey and polluted. Everywhere you turned were overgrown front lawns, rusty old cars and graffiti. I never went anywhere outside of Chino, the furthest I'd been was the Chinese take away store five blocks away. I never thought I'd get out of Chino and my brother liked to remind me.

Trey Atwood is my older brother and it was always him and I against the world. He taught me everything; how to fight, how to smoke, the places to sneak out of school without getting caught and even what protection to use when I first had sex.

We both realised there was no point in having a dream because it'd never come true. We didn't exactly have the best reputation either. Let's just say we inherited more than our mum's blonde hair and our dad's blue eyes.

I was suspended from school for fighting, I bought cigarettes underage, and I'd skipped school every month and started drinking at the age of twelve.

A thirteen year old Ryan took a shortcut through an alleyway. Taking a drag from his cigarette he was confronted by three 15 year old boys from school.

"Look boys its Trey's brother." The leader faced up Ryan. Ryan glared back.

"Are you as dumb as your brother? Coz he's such a stupid son of a bitch."

Ryan immediately shoved him out of the way.

"Back off man" Walking off, pissed, Ryan was jumped by the boys.

Most days I was fighting either other boys or my mum's new boyfriend. I also looked after my mum whenever she was passed out drunk or I called in to work sick for her. Other neighbours always steered clear of the mess which was my family. Especially when my mum and her boyfriend took it to the bedroom.

When I was fourteen I was going home and took a shortcut through a warehouse on the edge of town. What I saw I'll never forget because it'd be the last thing I ever see.

Ryan slowly walked back home from another bad day of school. Turning the corner he saw his brother Trey and his friend Arturo. H decided to go say hello.

"Hey Tr-"Ryan stopped in his tracks. Trey was standing over an old man pointing a gun at him. Ryan had never seen his brother so angry and violent.

"Trey?" He managed to squeak out.

"Ry-" Trey looked around and saw his angry brother 50 feet away. "No…Ryan!"

It was too late Ryan ran off through the warehouse angry and hurt. Not looking where he was going a forklift swerved around him and cut through toxic waste. Ryan unfortunately was standing right in front of it.

At that moment my senses at the back of my eyes were completely damaged. Sounds around me were so much clearer and I could see soundwaves everywhere.

My mum collected me from the hospital and the doctor said I was clinically blind for the rest of my life. For the next two years I trained my body and my senses. An acute sense of touch gave me strength and balance. Soon Chino became my playground. I was the boy without fear. My brother and I grew closer and I learnt how to use my cane and read brail.

This time when I walked home from school I wasn't afraid.

Ryan had his sunglasses on and with his cane he walked down the alleyway. The same three boys from two years ago approached him.

"Check out Atwood." The leader laughed.

"Yeah man look at his eyes." Another boy teasingly waved his hand in front of him.

"Come on fight me I dare you." The leader smirked when a motionless Ryan didn't respond. Walking smugly away he was stopped when Ryan's cane landed on his shoulder.

"Ok" Ryan smiled and quickly ducked as the boy swung a punch. Then heavily bashing the other two boys into a wall he kicked the leaders' nose, flipping back and spinning his cane. He had no fear.

I had a new grown confidence. I learned to fight using soundwaves and my cane became my weapon. I could even at night climb on our flat roof and jump onto others. Life though hadn't changed. My mum was still living off tequila and her boyfriend, AJ, had kicked Trey out of the house.

One night Trey took me out "for something important". He wanted to steal a camaro and I was getting out of Chino with him. That night when we were arrested my world changed and it's where the real story begins……..

A/N: Hope you like it. Review is possible.