[Locked to Basement Residents and Annie]
Ricky Linderman was sixteen years old.
His little brother died a while back. He blamed himself, because he'd been showing off their dad's gun. His little brother tried to grab it, there was tugging, and the gun went off.
Ricky was a brave kid. God, when I was that age, I was falling apart. On the street. He was brave. He wanted to kill himself. He was going to.
He changed his mind. So brave.
And then she killed him. That fucking fucking FUCKING bitch killed him.
To hurt me.
God, I feel like I'm being ridiculously self-centered saying that, but... it's true. She would've left him alone. She wouldn't have even known about him. Except... for me.
I guess I never really realized... I'm something of a rare commodity. And demons like getting to play with rare commodities.
I just... I wanted this one so badly. I wanted to save him. I did save him. And then she murdered him.
I don't know what to do.
It's times like this I want to Fall. So badly.
His little brother died a while back. He blamed himself, because he'd been showing off their dad's gun. His little brother tried to grab it, there was tugging, and the gun went off.
Ricky was a brave kid. God, when I was that age, I was falling apart. On the street. He was brave. He wanted to kill himself. He was going to.
He changed his mind. So brave.
And then she killed him. That fucking fucking FUCKING bitch killed him.
To hurt me.
God, I feel like I'm being ridiculously self-centered saying that, but... it's true. She would've left him alone. She wouldn't have even known about him. Except... for me.
I guess I never really realized... I'm something of a rare commodity. And demons like getting to play with rare commodities.
I just... I wanted this one so badly. I wanted to save him. I did save him. And then she murdered him.
I don't know what to do.
It's times like this I want to Fall. So badly.