~°I'm sorry i couldn't tell you this..°~ |RINNEY/FINBIN FANFIC|

"I am dented."

It's been three years since what happened. Since robin died. I visit his grave everyday. I miss him.

I recently had the idea to visit his house, the grabbers, I mean. The one who killed those five kids.

I pitched the idea to Gwen. She said it was a bad idea. I suppose that's true. I still want to.

I mean... I killed him. He's dead. I won't get hurt... Right?

I'll be fine. I'll just take something to protect myself. So I grab a small pocket knife.

I head to my door, not before sighing deeply. I am going to enter the house that my best friend and others have died.

Maybe this is a bad idea. I mean, the sound of phones going off still scares me... Maybe I shouldn't go.

But I want to. I want to go. I feel this pull. This pull that I need to go to the cellar where I was kept.

A/N: hello lovelies! This fanfic has depictions of murder and it's pretty angsty so stop reading here if you hate that, love you!! ✨