all ages guesstimated based on deadliestpieceontheboard's aftg timeline post!
i wrote the majority of this note in aug 2025. has it almost been a year already? edited recently but i left a lot untouched. here we go:
every time i try to write this ending note i cry. this story means a lot to me. this is why i love aftg and stories like it, because they make the impacts of abuse visible, unignorable, which creates space to talk about it.
question: if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, did it really make a sound?
sound has four requirements to exist: a source, a force, a medium, and a receiver. just because we may not be in the forest to witness or hear the tree fall, does not mean others don't - birds, squirrels, foxes, bugs, etc. it leaves echoes throughout the forest that we will likely not perceive, but exist nonetheless.
but does it matter?
does it matter if someone tries to help, but nothing comes of it? does it matter if there is action, but the person never got to receive it?
i want to say yes. every attempt, every instance of documentation, no matter if it's ignored at the time or not, creates proof. paper trail. echoes. it makes it real to others. it legitimizes and validates that something wasn't right. the love was there even though it changed nothing. yknow? but if enough people act..
this story is shaped by helplessness.
when i first thought of footnotes, i was really struggling with the thought of "it doesn't matter what i do, nothing will change." because there's only so much therapy can do for you when your environment is shit lmfao. and there's where i got the idea to explore times when someone did speak up, in subtle ways, but didn't lead to any material change in andrew's life.
until this last chapter, where the court appointed psychologist reviews these files (among others), sees a pattern, and tries their best to advocate for andrew and set him up for a better situation. in this fic, the therapist genuinely intended to help andrew. however, due to medical neglect, more systemic failures, and lack of advocacy from his own family, this trapped andrew in another situation where he had no control.
none of these people made a material difference for andrew. nothing changed. he still was abused, he still got put on the medication that worsened his life and mental state for 2 years when it was (in this fic) genuinely intended to help.
and that was the point from the start. these chapters are just footnotes on his file, passed over, weren't given a second thought. sometimes when people try to help, nothing happens. sometimes, they make things worse
so, i wanted to write about that reality through andrew's past too. some people still had his best interests at heart, did the most they could in the roles they were in in his life (or they feel they did). even if it wasn't those who held the most power over him. even people with the best intentions are limited by the systems they work in. you can document as much as u are able, and at the end of the day, it's the parents/guardians who have all the legal and social power over children, and their hegemony perpetuates the conditions that allow abuse to occur. even with that, there's people out there who care. and i do believe that means something. but it's also not enough. and we live with it
i hope this fic gives you a space to feel; helpless, angry, or whatever else you need from it, safely, like it did for me. i hope it's comforting too, knowing you're not alone in this feeling. you are seen
it means a lot to me seeing the responses i've gotten on this fic, i'm very grateful and honored and thank you thank you thank you for reading. thank you for caring about the footnotes.
love, luni <3