Charlie Aphelion was born in a pitch-black room where nothing ever happens. Y’know, until shit happens. 

In that same dark room where Charlie had spent all 5 years of their life, their mother took her last breath before suffocating at the hands of an assassin. Charlie’s (and probably yours) only thought during this is ‘Who the fuck still assassinates people in this day and age?’ Still, only being a five-year-old, who still thought Santa Claus was real, Charlie went back to sleep. (I’m so sorry if I ruined your childhood by telling you Santa Claus isn’t real)

Charlie Aphelion was the product of Tristian Clair and Edward Aphelion. They were lonely. People only came to Charlie when they wanted something. Their dad only visited charlie when he wanted a punching bag, their mother only came to charlie when they wanted attention from their father and disciplined Charlie harshly, and even the maids only came to charlie when they wanted to feel a sense of superiority over the boss’ child and order charlie around and hit them. 

Charlie always loved their mother even when she slapped them, so when their father showed no remorse for their mother and simply ordered the maids to bring the body out back and bury it, Charlie felt enraged. Even if it wasn't out of any feelings for Charlie, their mother was the only person that actually hung out with charlie. She sometimes played games with Charlie even if Charlie was instructed to keep their mouth shut and to not touch her. 

Charlie knew how much their mother longed for their father's love and even if upon seeing the assassin she begged for charlie’s life to be taken instead, Charlie still loved their mother. 

Charlie was raised and grew up wishing for one thing, revenge, but they wouldn’t achieve their goals until they turned 16.

On the Night just the day before their 16th birthday, they reached into their hair and dug their floral hairpin into the door. After finding a sharp knife Charlie Killed the first maid they saw. Hearing footsteps coming closer they grabbed the knife and went on a god damn Rampage, Killing every person they saw and leaving no one alive except 2 people, themselves and their father.

They carefully stepped on the balls of their feet to be quiet before reaching their father’s room. Charlie has been carefully planning this moment since they were 7. Standing in front of their father’s room, they started screaming “help” as loud as they could, and upon hearing footsteps get closer, they started booking it to their room. Once inside their room Charlie literally stabbed their father in the back. Their father passed out due to pain and didn’t wake up until morning. You would think he’d be more of a tough guy, but only cowards hit children.

Ed opened his eyes to see his child staring through his soul. He immediately regretted dating a woman with a face that could make you pee your pants because his child definitely inherited that.

 “I applied medical attention to your head while you were asleep, but I couldn’t find much in the house.”

Ed will admit that he got a bit hopeful when Charlie said that. He stupidly thought Charlie might show some mercy.

“I wanted you to be in your best health when I kill you.”

Charlie will admit, that they loved the feeling they got after betraying their father's hopes of possible trust. It reminded her of the night their mother died. Charlie thought they were disgraceful, they couldn’t earn even an ounce of their mother’s love before their mother died like the scum she was. So they settled that even after their death they will make everyone simply a pawn in their game for them to control or sacrifice whenever they wanted.

After killing their father they thought about what they would do if they could turn back time. If they could turn back the time they’d have their mother kill them by tightly wrapping her delicate, pink fingers around Charlie’s cold, rough neck.

Charlie's skin was as pale as paper and replacing any warm colors were different hues of blues.

Pink was only visible when they were swollen after being hit by their mother’s soft hands. Their long platinum blonde hair settled to their knees as they stood up. Their toxic red eyes hid behind their eyelids as they closed their eyes and accepted fate. 

Charlie wasn’t dumb. They were clever, great at manipulation, and had quick decision-making skills, however, they lacked the tools to gain knowledge. Charlie couldn’t learn locked in their darkroom. They knew they couldn’t survive without any knowledge beyond their room, so they did the most logical and easy thing they could think of, they stabbed the knife through their head. ‘Calbunga bitch’

‘We woke up in complete darkness, we couldn’t see anyone but we felt like everyone was watching us. If we looked behind us too fast we could see eyes looking at us before disappearing. We were surrounded by darkness, so we did the only thing we could think to do at the time, we walked.’

She walked and walked and walked. 

The girl forgot her name. 

She forgot her age.

 They forgot their gender.

 They forgot everything. Until they tripped. They were actually quite proud of themselves for only tripping just now, but a memory cut their celebration short.

They didn't exactly remember who they were, they could only remember what they had been through. They desperately wanted revenge, they remembered the feeling of betrayal, and they remembered their father. 

Then Charlie woke up.