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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 19:07:04 GMT
I practically fall backwards onto the couch, covering my face with my hands with a mix between misery and frustration.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 19:10:02 GMT
I lay Erin down in Alex's crib, having to fiht back the urge to vomit as I glance around his room. It was still the same, everything was left untouched. I sink into the rocking chair, putting my face in my hands.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 19:14:58 GMT
Row is crumpling into a lifeless heap right in my arms and Yumi is on the floor, gasping as she tries to stem the flow of blood from her throat with one hand. They died very differently, when I think about it, but they both looked at me with the same horror.
And I can't get it out of my head.
And now I'm stuck with Erin. I should have known this would happen, I should have known Row wouldn't last so agreeing to be her Godfather was a very stupid thing to do. But I can hardly take it back.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 21:00:23 GMT
I sigh heavily, fighting back the urge to go into the bathroom and purge. I needed something to keep myself calm. Cutting was out of the question. I had promised Nate I'd stay sober so I couldn't drink, all the pills were downstairs. It was all I had left.
Running a hand through my hair, I watch Erin, wishing it was Alex instead.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 21:03:14 GMT
I stand up after a long moment, making my way very quietly up the stairs and stopping in the doorway to Alex's room, unwilling to actually go in.
"Can I...can I have a minute with...?" I ask quietly, half gesturing towards Erin.
I know she won't know, and I know she won't understand, but I need to apologise to her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 21:06:36 GMT
I glance up, it takes me a moment to realize what he wants but I nod, getting to my feet.
"Sure," I mumble softly, heading past him down the stairs.
The kitchen was where I was headed, I needed something before I cracked.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 21:11:43 GMT
"Thanks," I mumble, waiting until she's gone before I move to my knees next to the cot. I sigh softly, watching her sleep through the bars for a moment.
Now that I'm here I don't know what to say so I just sigh softly again, "M'so sorry Rinny," I mumble.
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