I roleplay and I was inspired by some kick ass fan art to.. well.. roleplay. So I got one of my friends and they wanting to be Richie so I'm Eddie. They were kinda busy so I started it off and I'm actually really really proud. It's not the greatest but I'm still proud. Also slight trigger warning for abuse? And I swear.. a lot in this. I tend to a lot so watch out lmao. Well here you go:
Edward Kaspbrak had gotten out of hospital just yesterday and had been picked up by his wife. Myra. He tried so hard to love her but it was difficult. Especially with her nagging him to explain why he had called her "Mommy." She really did represent his mom though. And I think that was because he didn't know any other way about life. He used to think they Myra and Sonia were really taking care of him and trying to protect him but that was not the case. He had heard something called.. Munchhausen Syndrome by proxy? He could research that later when he wasnt.. here. In a closet. Because he was locked in the closted again. Sitting amongst the dark coats. In the dark again. His wounds still hurt. But it hurt even more now because he was crying. He was locked in the closet again just because he didn't want to explain why he had called Myra "mommy". Nor would he explain how he got the wound because he literally couldn't. He wasn't sure what to say. He said it was an incident at the hospital but Myra wouldn't believe him. It was humiliating to have called her that let alone be locked in the closet for- what- the 1000th time because of it? He hated it. He hated her. He just got out of hospital for fuck sakes! And he's a grown fucking man! He was crying like a baby because he was locked in the fucking closet. He breathed in, his breathing jagged as he was.. crying. He held his breath as he heard the closet door unlock in attempt to stop himself from crying harder. The short man wiped his eyes, pushing the coats out of his wat as he stood up. He stepped over the shoes and walked out of the closet. Again, she asked him to explain. And again, she threatened to put him back into the closet. And again, he refused. And again, she grabbed his wrist. And again, she tried to put him back in there. And for the first time he slapped her hand which made her pull away. He did feel bad but that thought was quickly swiped from his mind as she pretty much lunged at him. He stepped out of the way and shook his head "You can't d-do this to me." He spluttered out, shaking his head. God, he felt pathetic. Crying infront of his wife. But everything just hurt. Physically and emotionally. And he couldn't handle being with her anymore.
"I'm not doing anything, Eddie.. I'm helping you." Myra cooed, nodding with a disgustingly sweet smile. Eddie could puke.
"You are not. You're fucking torturing me! I can't-" Eds pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a second and taking a deep breath "All of this shit over stupid little things. I can't handle it right now. I'm staying at Richie's." He mumbled, walking up to their room as he pulled out his phone. The whiny voice followed him, trying to get him to stay and that she's only trying to help him. But he slammed the bedroom door, locking it and walking to the closet. He hated closets. He'd been in one almost his entire like for something that was probably acceptable these days but he was still so fucking scared. He was now in a closet for a quarter of his life but physically. And he couldn't come out of either of those closets and it was horrifying. He was now packing his bag with his phone squished between his ear and shoulder and he was ringing Richie. "Pick up you fucking asshat-" He whispered, trying not to let out any sobs as tears rolled down his cheeks. Despite that, he knew that he'd break once he heard that glorious voice that he.. he loved.. he loved so much. ................................................... Credit to gentlyyearning on Tumblr for this work of art that gave me the inspiration!!
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