[LOCKED TO BECKY AND CALISTO]
Ricky grips the railing at the very edge of the pier. It's late at night. Maybe two in the morning.
No one's here. No one that matters anyway. Just the bottom rung of people who have no where else to go, no were to sleep, no one to care about them, just living in the darkness and the dirt.
He's ready to throw himself over the railing and into the dark, turbulent water below. Death might be a while to come by unless his neck snaps against the pier, but at least, he will come by it and all of this pain and hurt and regret, the massive dark cloud that exploded in his brain when he walked through the Rift. He can't take it anymore.
His fingers clutch the railing so tight.
They must be red... his hands. One step over. Ricky climbs up the railing, swings one leg over, and clutches the railing, harder, and closes his eyes.
No one's here. No one that matters anyway. Just the bottom rung of people who have no where else to go, no were to sleep, no one to care about them, just living in the darkness and the dirt.
He's ready to throw himself over the railing and into the dark, turbulent water below. Death might be a while to come by unless his neck snaps against the pier, but at least, he will come by it and all of this pain and hurt and regret, the massive dark cloud that exploded in his brain when he walked through the Rift. He can't take it anymore.
His fingers clutch the railing so tight.
They must be red... his hands. One step over. Ricky climbs up the railing, swings one leg over, and clutches the railing, harder, and closes his eyes.