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isawallflower) wrote2020-07-25 03:29 am
isawallflower) wrote2020-07-25 03:29 am
Entry tags:
riley screwed up; letters, room
Riley's room is a mess. None of you have been in here before, but... From the type of person she was? This is probably not normal. The big fuck-off mirror on the wall? It's cracked. The vanity lays on the floor next to it, so no prizes how that happened. Her clothes are in clumps on the floor, along with her things. Besides the trophy sitting on her armoire, most everything else is scattered about.
Bits of letters litter everywhere, and if you examine them? They're mostly her handwriting. Some are drafts of letters to the Phantom, demanding answers. Who else did I hurt? comes up a lot. What did I do? And one, I just wanted to be good enough. A few are...drafts of a letter on her bed. One to someone named Cairo.
They're all crumpled and stained with tears, or the handwriting is too shaky. It's hard to make out anything in these drafts other than I'm sorry, and...something about rain.
There is a message in shaky handwriting sitting on her bed, on top of a pile of letters. None of them are folded.
Please give this to Cairo Moore.
I don't deserve it, but she does.
The bed sheets are ripped off. Ripped up. A pillow's been stabbed, there's a bit of blood on it. Several stuffed animals are ripped to shreds. But, a teddy bear sits there, with one of Mephistoโs feathers. Not a scratch on it.
Bits of letters litter everywhere, and if you examine them? They're mostly her handwriting. Some are drafts of letters to the Phantom, demanding answers. Who else did I hurt? comes up a lot. What did I do? And one, I just wanted to be good enough. A few are...drafts of a letter on her bed. One to someone named Cairo.
They're all crumpled and stained with tears, or the handwriting is too shaky. It's hard to make out anything in these drafts other than I'm sorry, and...something about rain.
There is a message in shaky handwriting sitting on her bed, on top of a pile of letters. None of them are folded.
Please give this to Cairo Moore.
I don't deserve it, but she does.
The bed sheets are ripped off. Ripped up. A pillow's been stabbed, there's a bit of blood on it. Several stuffed animals are ripped to shreds. But, a teddy bear sits there, with one of Mephistoโs feathers. Not a scratch on it.
Jeremy
I always felt like you kind of got it. Even if you didn't agree with what I said or why, you at least understood. I don't know if I've ever known someone who understood like that. I don't know if I'd ever let someone else who could've in. I think some of my team probably could've if I gave them the chance.
I never judged you for taking the SQUIP. Even now I keep thinking if I had something to just stop me from listening to the little voices in my head or being me or whatever then maybe none of this would've happened. Maybe I needed something to stop me from thinking. I wish I could've just stopped thinking. I wish I could've turned off. I wish I could be strong enough to just stop.
If we'd met outside here, I would've wanted to be your friend. Please get out of here. Take Christine and go home to Michael and live a much, much better and happier life.
Thank you for being my friend. I'm sorry.
~ Riley