Born in Chicago, the only child of Margo and Victor Krause, Abigail Rose Krause never got the chance to meet her father. When Margo informed him that she was pregnant he disappeared and never came back. Life sort of went down hill from there. Margo was a horrible mother and probably would have given Abby up if it wasn’t for her own mother Amy. For the first seven years of her life, Abby was basically raised by her grandmother. Her mother jumped from job to job, barely bringing home enough to provide for her family- actually Amy ended up having to go into her own savings and over the years used it all up to help take care of Abby while he mother blew what she earned on beer and her string of dead beat boyfriends.
When Abby was almost eight, her grandmother passed away of a heart attack. Abby herself didn’t fully understand and when the doctor tried to help explain it she thought that her grandmothers heart had broken and was certain it was because she’d been bad (because her mother constantly told her how horrible she was). After that, things just got worse for the little girl. Her mother never physically abused her, but there was definitely emotional abuse and neglect. Worse thing is, Abby was prone to believe her mother.
Abby did pretty well in school, only had a few friends (who she never had over to her house) and did her best to avoid her mothers boyfriends. Many times she had to scrounge for food (or take advantage of a friends invite over) as her house rarely had anything that constitutes a meal. Abigail got good at forging her mothers signature and used it to apply for the meal program at school as she got older, and other programs her mother was too lazy to apply for, just so she could get food and clothes that fit and supplies for school.
Once Abby started high school and was able to get a job she did, at a movie theatre. It was fantastic and she loved it. All the money she earned she saved, hoping that by the time she graduated she’d be able to get away. Unfortunately this was also around the same time she was developing powers. From Abby’s perspective she started to black out and would wake up to, typically, violent and unnerving pictures. She didn’t know what it meant and didn’t talk to anyone about it.
Then, one night, the night of her eighteen birthday, she was being dropped off from a small celebration her friends had for her (she kind of even had a date planned just the two of them with one friend/crush), she was on the top of the world. Until she entered her house. The moment she entered the door a bottle hit the wall next to her and her mother started to scream at her about stealing from her. Abby had no idea what she was talking about and her mothers boyfriend started to get physical with her. Abby screamed, still not knowing what her mother meant and her mother pulled out a wad of cash and showed it to her daughter.
Abby managed to wrench away from the man who had her arm and ran to her bedroom. Her closet was ransacked and so were all her drawers. The superhero tin that held all her money was laying empty on the floor. Abby ran back into the living room and told her mother the money was hers- from her job. Apparently her mother thought that the shit job she’d done providing for her daughter for 18 years entitled her to the cash- granted she’d tell the cops later that Abby had stolen it from her over the years. Her boyfriend took the moment to pull out all Abby’s journals with the drawings she’d done while in a fugue state- one actually depicted someone who looked quite like her mother. They accused her of being crazy and dangerous and when Abby tried to get her book back her bothers boyfriend knocked her to the floor and she hit her head.
When she came too, about twenty minutes later, the cops were showing up at the house. Abby was taken in, accused of theft and threatening someone with violence. She was arrested and questioned and in the end, after a shrink came to look at her, they determined that she was troubled and taken in on a psych hold. They ended up diagnosing her with paranoid delusions accompanied by fugue states and admitted her into a hospital. On her first day she slipped into a vision state and started to draw. It wasn’t time to draw (and the table wasn’t the right surface to draw on) so one of the orderlies tried to take the pencil away from her. It ended up in his leg and she continued the drawing with the blood that had ended up on her finger. After that point her sentence was extended indefinitely.
From that point on Abby doesn’t remember a lot until her third day at Limbo. The hospital kept her sedated, and most of what she does remember blended together over the years. For most of the next seven years she was a walking zombie. Orderlies (and other patients) learned to let her draw when she wanted to draw (it took about three incidents before they learned), but she never seemed to make any progress in her therapy sessions, or group. Always unable to explain what or why she drew what she did. It wasn’t until a strange visitor paid a visit to the hospital that things started to become clear.
Apparently Abby had been identified as being a superhuman, how she’s still not sure. She figured they must have a way to find or track people with mutations. She was brought to Limbo about a week after her 25th birthday and in the proceeding months learned more about what her drawings were and what she could do. She learned that, while visions could still just come on their own, sometimes they could be triggered through pain, or by focusing on an item. She also learned that her drawings are real, past present or future- though she still couldn’t tell what was what.
While Abby is still shaking the previous seven years and trying to have a life again, she still finds herself routinely shutting herself off from people to prevent getting hurt. She’s learning though.