Legal Name: Wilbur Anthony Fitzgerald
Alias's: Ftiz and Willy
Birth Date: 3/8/1999
Birth Place: Weirton, WV
Wilbur wasn't from wealth but nor was he from a broken home. His parents, Dan and Cindy Fitzgerald were good all American people. Dan worked long night shifts at the tin mill but was always home to walk his kids to the bus stop. The man worked hard to provide and whatever free time he had he gave to his family. Cindy stayed at home with the kids, money was tight on one income but they wanted their children to have that time with them. When the kids were old enough and in school Cindy worked part time at Walmart as a greeter to help with the bills. Wilbur had the best childhood his parents could give him. It was him and his baby sister Jennifer. They were thick as thieves the two of them even with the age gap of five years.
He was a good kid and smart. His future was bright but there would be hurdles. Nothing that his family wasn't prepared to sacrifice to see their boy go further in life than they did. Wilbur was even starting to college prep in middle school. He'd be the first Fitzgerald to leave Weirton since..hell he didn't know when. He wanted to be a high power attorney, live in New York and have a hot fucking girlfriend. That was his dream.
Those dreams were dashed the day his soul died. Wilbur was supposed to walk his sister home from school. She was ten years old and Will, being 15 and socially stupid never showed up and neither did his sister and she never would. His mother never forgave Wilbur. He damn well knew she killed herself because she couldn't stand the sight of him. His father broke down, became a shut in and kicked Wilbur out after the death of his wife. He wasn't sure what entirely happened to him but he heard rumors the guy took a shotgun to his head.
Wilbur had his first hit of heroin when he was 15 years old. It wasn't hard to come by in Weriton. He needed to forget. He was a coward and weak, he should be out still searching for her, No body was found and she could still be alive somewhere, but no, he was shooting up. It helped him survive the abuse at home for him being the reason Jennifer was gone. He hated himself and yet he was still a coward unable to kill himself instantly, he would torture himself through the heavy and constant addiction to Heroin.
There was nothing Wilbur wouldn't and wont do for a fix.. he has a long list of catch and release arrests from possession, prostitution to assault and robbery and he has overdosed four times in his life. He has been homeless since sixteen. His life spent on the road, bouncing from city to city. This was his inflicted sentence. This is the start of his story..
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