Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
I'm not infected! [He wasn't a zombie cannibal. He didn't have any bite marks, right? But what about the dark tint to his veins. Harry wrapped into the curl of his blanket, cocooned. Promise him she'd stay in bed? Didn't she understand how much it hurt to be told what to do? Stay in bed! Go to bed! His father's voice was a reminder of everything he'd ever done wrong, and where was his father? His father must have put them up to this, didn't want to dirty his hands with it himself. Typical. Harry wrapped tighter in the blanket, and he pressed his cheek against the cool wall, not noticing the smear of blood that painted it after the fact.]
Strangle you... [His laugh was pain, the laugh in his head was chaos, good idea.] I love you and you hate me. I deserve it, I get it, but just... leave. Leave me alone. [Because the sheets and the ceiling were sounding like a good idea. The voice in his head growled demonic, then it hissed with laughter. Do it, do it. That at least would get him out of here.]