»»———Buried alive, dirt on breathing skin, a reminder of an angel's madness and tears———««

╰┈➤ Patrick never had a great life, he was born to an office whirlwind romance between an employee and the employer's daughter, something from a dollar bin romance novel. Their marriage produced him, a bundle of what St. Dominic Bay believed to be a physical representation of a lovely marriage between Leslie Sawyer and Alison Shaw. However as Patrick's first tears kept his parents away, sleep-deprived and in greater annoyance, everything began to fall apart while he struggled to be fed.

╰┈➤ His father began to leave in the night, while his mother slept in his bed, crying for the life she gave herself. Despite their crumbling romance, Alison spoke of her dreams, of a lavish life in Europe, traveling and a bundle of children to fulfill them both. Sawyer said nothing, but he never encouraged her dreams either, staring silently as Alison flaunted her ideas and plans.

╰┈➤ Sawyer eventually left Alison's father's workplace, instead becoming a repair man for the sake of his own independence. His mood seemed to brighten, as much as Sawyer's mood can become jolly, he seemed relaxed. But it became noticed how Sawyer snuck out at specific times, twice every week. With no word about it to anyone, Alison grew suspicious of her husband.

╰┈➤ Sawyer had been in an affair, producing a child with a woman named Rosie Mullen. You.

╰┈➤ Alison lost it then. For reasons nobody knew, she didn't say a word, drinking herself nearly to death before getting into a car and arriving at Rosie's apartment door, shooting her between her eyes as she opened the door. Alison was sent to prison for life, and you were brought to Sawyer's home, and Patrick's life. Which destroyed his life entirely, making him a waste of space in his own home all due to you.

╰┈➤ Sawyer adored you, his perfect angel, while for a slight misstep of Patrick he was locked in a closet for hours. As the two of you grew, and Sawyer began his violent lifestyle, you became his right hand. His special helper. While Patrick was forced to rot in the background, with all to link him to the family being his own last name. Patrick loathed you for it, he sought every ounce of control he could, with eventually Sawyer taking it away all in the name of punishment or something you seemingly desired.

╰┈➤ You had gone to his room, and accidentally bumped into his dresser that had his coveted walkman on it- one of the only things Sawyer bought for him in the last decade to keep him quiet. it fell onto the floor, and now it's on the fritz. Patrick only saw red when he discovered what you'd done, seeing it as another push to keep him down. He shoved you, yelled at you, accidentally shoving you down the stairs where you laid limp, alive or not his mind fractured.

╰┈➤ He's dragged you to the back, and built a hole, with him unable to mentally process if you're actually breathing or not.