Chapter title: The sweet release of death would be my worse enemy
George let out a shaky breath as he sunk onto the floor of his apartment
The tears he'd so desperately wanted to keep in had come spilling out, all he could remember was his brothers' voice, permanently etched into his mind.
"Don't go, George, forget college!"
He should've never gone to college
"Promise me you'll come back?"
George sobbed, he kept his word but Nick never made that promise, Nick never said 'i promise I'll be here when you come back.'
"I wanna be just like you George."
George didn't even want to be George
"George, I'm scared"
All those events came relapsing in his mind as he sobbed and kicked his legs around
He gripped at his hair and shouted as he hugged his knees
The badge he once held with pride was now the reason his family was dead
He gasped as he took it off and threw it god knows where
Choking for any type of air, sobbing and crying, kicking and thrashing around like little children did when throwing a tantrum
The same words repeated in his mind, 'Please please please..'
George passed out, due to exhaustion and dehydration. He paid no mind to his cell phone ringing across the room, he just laid there, in front of his door unmoving. Too tired to get up yet too awake to even go to sleep
He needed to eat something
After hours and hours when the sun began rising the next day, had he finally stood up shakily
His mother's screams were heard in the background
He shook and fell on the floor, attempting to catch himself on one of the stools next to his island but failing as the chair made a loud squeaking noise
He sobbed again and lay there
His father's grunts of pain and his yells echoed through the empty halls
George stared at the floor, not doing anything to move
He sat there, like an ice cube on the floor
Waiting for nothing as he stared off into space
Forcing himself to stand once again and eat something
He stood and just decided a bowl of cereal would be fine
Yet as he was eating he felt anxious, he felt guilty that he was eating. When he should be laying around in misery. His family would never eat another meal again, yet here he was
The guilt settled in and suddenly he wasn't hungry, not that he ever was in the first place. He dropped his bowl and ran to the bathroom, the loud sound of glass shattering in the background as he bent over the toilet and threw up
The sound of glass shattering and screams followed by shots were heard
He sobbed into the toilet as he threw up his insides, leaning tiredly on the tub as he stared at the tile
He stood shakily, dizzy from the feeling, and brushed his teeth, getting ready to go back into bed
He looked in the mirror yet he didn't see himself at all, no, he saw a young George and Nick
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The Investigator and the Assasin
AdventureGeorge, a top Investigator with one goal, but a small interaction causes him to wonder if he really knows what he's doing Thank you E, for bringing back my passion for writing. Feb 26: #6 in Honesty September 15 - Feb 26: #83 in DNF