April, 19, 1995

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*to be clear the dates aren't cannon, I'm going off what I can TwT*

     "Good morning, Mr. Gluskin! Sleep well?". 

     Eddie despised hearing Blaire's slurring, drunken chime every morning. He had to put up with it for the past twelve years and didn't plan to stay any longer than needed. 
     Per usual the dark and musty room they gave him was ill lit by the near dead light-bulb hanging off the ceiling and the rusted bed gave a creak as he stood. The floor was freezing and stung at his feet like pins and needles. Eddie could only imagine what torture the had planned for him today; more shocks? bringing up his long and unwanted memorial past? 

    "..Morning Mr. Blaire.." he grunted under his breath. The steel door slammed open which caused Eddie to jump. Blaire stood at the doorway with three guards who didn't seem intent on escorting him that morning. Blaire's eyes were filled with a sudden and all to familiar hate; Eddie only backed further towards a wall. "Watch your tone, dumbass or else I can't promise your release is planned next week".
     The guards moved forwards and all of them latched a hold of Eddie. He fought and squirmed but they managed; (like always); to get the muzzle on him and to cuff him. 
"What did I do to deserve all this!?"  Eddie thought to himself  "I did a favor by killing those whores!".

     As he was shoved out of the god awful smelling room, he looked back in his past attempting to find and clue as to what exactly happened to him in his lifetime.


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