[ the answer is too honest, too right. eddie feels a humorless laugh bubble up from his throat, a wet sound that is nearly a fucking sob.
monsters do shit because they want to; people too. people do awful, horrible things because they want to and sometimes those that don't deserve it suffer the most. eddie's not sure he doesn't deserve it, thinks he does, but he's sure there's a version of hawkins out there were he'd get tossed in the literal fire instead of the proverbial one where jason carver turned him from town freak into the anti-christ. ] Yeah. Yeah, that sound right, man.
[ he swallows, looks down at the words. the thing about eddie is that he's never been good at keeping it in, at hiding. he's always letting out the sort of shit that makes people find him abrasive, different. part of it is that he can't manage to always read the goddamn rule, part of it is that it's easier to push and shove people away before they fucking choose to go.
right now it's more of something bubbling up in his chest, a sort of need to fucking share with this stranger. ] Chrissy. [ simple, a fucking name. he looks up at the sky, rubs a hand down his face. the blood hasn't dried. ] I saw her fucking die, right in front of me, and I fucking ran and left her there.
[ there in his trailer, fucking floating on his goddamn ceiling. ] I didn't know what to do---
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monsters do shit because they want to; people too. people do awful, horrible things because they want to and sometimes those that don't deserve it suffer the most. eddie's not sure he doesn't deserve it, thinks he does, but he's sure there's a version of hawkins out there were he'd get tossed in the literal fire instead of the proverbial one where jason carver turned him from town freak into the anti-christ. ] Yeah. Yeah, that sound right, man.
[ he swallows, looks down at the words. the thing about eddie is that he's never been good at keeping it in, at hiding. he's always letting out the sort of shit that makes people find him abrasive, different. part of it is that he can't manage to always read the goddamn rule, part of it is that it's easier to push and shove people away before they fucking choose to go.
right now it's more of something bubbling up in his chest, a sort of need to fucking share with this stranger. ] Chrissy. [ simple, a fucking name. he looks up at the sky, rubs a hand down his face. the blood hasn't dried. ] I saw her fucking die, right in front of me, and I fucking ran and left her there.
[ there in his trailer, fucking floating on his goddamn ceiling. ] I didn't know what to do---