Roman Godfrey (roman__godfrey) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-08-11 20:24:00 |
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The memories hurt more than the cut in his arm. His mother had- No, he couldn't think of that. Happy memories. But there weren't any. Shelley was dead. Letha and the baby were dead. Peter was gone. Roman had no happy memories. He closed his eyes, letting the pain take him, and then- He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. This wasn't the attic. It wasn't even his house. His arm was still cut and he was bleeding profusely on the floor, but nothing around here was familiar. "What the fuck?" Was he high? Fuck, of course he was high. He'd been on a steady diet of bourbon and coke, probably why cutting his arm hadn't felt as painful as it should have been. He looked down at his arm and the cut was getting smaller as he stared at it. "Mom?" he called out, his voice raising as he called for her again and again, until he turned and he saw someone who most definitely wasn't his mother. "What are you doing here? What's happening? Why am I not dead?" |