"I was doing good. I was being better. I wanted to change. How could you DO THIS?!"
Does Jeff know what he's done to Joshua? Does Joshua know what he's done to all those people? In a way, yes. The same thing he'd done to his friends back at Blackwood Mountain. None of them would have known it was fake. None of them would have known it wasn't real. How many of them broke mentally before Jeff killed them? How many of them did Joshua hurt without ever lifting a finger to them?
His stomach rolls but there's nothing inside to throw up. It leaves Josh dry heaving instead while trying not to hyperventilate at the same time as a full bodied panic settles in to his bones.
When Jeff looks up at Josh he might as well be looking at a corpse. There's no life in Joshua's eyes, only tear streaked emptiness as his broken mind retreats in on itself and wraps Joshua up in his own personal hell. Nothing Sara says is getting through to him and Jeff knows all too well the only thing Joshua would want right now anyway.
Not power, not money. Not love nor fame.
He wants to die.
He deserves to die after everything he's done. His sisters are there and suffocating him in a way they haven't been for months. Hannah's claws puncturing deep into cartilage and muscle while Beth peers up at her brother with rotted eyeless sockets that stare directly into his soul.
You can't change, brother. You're a monster just like us. You'll never be anything else....
Joshua Washington sinks to his knees and the madness of the festivities pass over his head as unheeded as the waves are to the fish living below the surface. There is no use for this one. He's already catatonic or damn near. There wouldn't be anything left to take from him. But Sara has succeeded in at least one angle of her attack:
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Does Jeff know what he's done to Joshua? Does Joshua know what he's done to all those people? In a way, yes. The same thing he'd done to his friends back at Blackwood Mountain. None of them would have known it was fake. None of them would have known it wasn't real. How many of them broke mentally before Jeff killed them? How many of them did Joshua hurt without ever lifting a finger to them?
His stomach rolls but there's nothing inside to throw up. It leaves Josh dry heaving instead while trying not to hyperventilate at the same time as a full bodied panic settles in to his bones.
When Jeff looks up at Josh he might as well be looking at a corpse. There's no life in Joshua's eyes, only tear streaked emptiness as his broken mind retreats in on itself and wraps Joshua up in his own personal hell. Nothing Sara says is getting through to him and Jeff knows all too well the only thing Joshua would want right now anyway.
Not power, not money. Not love nor fame.
He wants to die.
He deserves to die after everything he's done. His sisters are there and suffocating him in a way they haven't been for months. Hannah's claws puncturing deep into cartilage and muscle while Beth peers up at her brother with rotted eyeless sockets that stare directly into his soul.
You can't change, brother. You're a monster just like us. You'll never be anything else....
Joshua Washington sinks to his knees and the madness of the festivities pass over his head as unheeded as the waves are to the fish living below the surface. There is no use for this one. He's already catatonic or damn near. There wouldn't be anything left to take from him. But Sara has succeeded in at least one angle of her attack:
She broke Jeff's only real friend.