I'll post the rest of the voices when I can, without further ado, let's a go!
Thoughts, flashbacks, and voices in heads are in Italic, along with all three parts of this prologue.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fran Bow.
Prologue part 1: John
John Oliver: Age: 9. Eyes: sky blue. Accent: Light Irish.
I walked quickly home from the library, my long, brown hair getting in my eyes. I quickened my pace home, hoping not to get another beating from father, I wish mom was here, too bad he killed her, the damn drunk bastard.
I made it to my home and opened the door. I was ecstatic to see my father unconscious in his chair, a milk jug full of mixed alcoholic beverages in his hand. I slowly made it up to my bedroom and turned on the television. An hour went by and the sun was beginning to go down. I get up off the floor and make my way to the washroom. I take a small razor blade from a drawer and press it against my left wrist. I slowly slide it against my skin, warm blood slowly flowing from the wound. I always cut myself, ever since he started beating me, ever since he killed mom. I cut early so I can prepare for the upcoming beating I will most definitely receive. I clean the cut and wrap it up in gauze.
After I exit the washroom, I enter my own room, my window open. "Wasn't that window closed?" I said to myself as I shortly black out after seeing a large shadow. I hear glass shatter downstairs and my father shouting. I hear slicing of meat, my father's screams, and a single gunshot.
It was an hour before I woke up. I looked around me and saw I was in the living room. I was covered entirely in blood, a bloody knife in my left hand and a heavy revolver in my right hand. I look across the room and saw my father, cuts covering his entire body. A large hole in his head, all flowing blood. Soon, everything was going fuzzy, and before I passed out, I heard the sounds of police sirens and an ambulance. As I was unconscious, a heard a deep and dry. Voice say one thing; "His name is Remor, he is responsible."