IN A STRANGE WAY, HE WANTED TO LAUGH AT THOSE words. She was tired of feeling pain, and he wanted to feel pain. The feeling of being punched or stabbed was lost to him. He felt nothing. Just numb. The idea and emotional ride that comes from pain was there, but not that ever lasting burn. The mental pain, but not the physical pain. However, that wasn’t what the type of pain she was speaking of, “ I know you’re tired of it. You should be. It’s so exhausting to hold on to it, ” he said softly, recalling the agonizing pain Shelly had gone through before she finally came to rest, “ But you have hung on this long. Maybe just by a thread, but you have hung on. Like I said, Chrissy, ” he started, eyes flickered to meet her gaze, “ You are stronger than you realize. ”
ERIC SHIFTED SO HIS BODY COULD FACE HER’S. A SMILE was pushed out at the corner of his lips. It was small, sad as he tried to form words to speak. There really wasn’t anything he could say or do to take that pain away. He had died, ripped away from this world without a moment to fight back. Ambushed while coming home to his destroyed home. Shot, then pushed out the window for his killing blow. Eric could feel it all over again.
HE WAS ALIVE NOW, SURE, BUT WHAT DID THAT MEAN? Life couldn’t go back to normal. Not with the way he was. He had killed people despite those he killed deserved it. They murdered for fun, for their own sick pleasures. People knew of his tragic death, and there was no point in roaming the streets freely again. Life would be Hell for him, but he wasn’t going to let Chrissy be dragged down too, “ I think the best thing you can do is just… forget the past. We all have too. Things won’t be the same anymore. I can’t live a normal life anymore. I’m dead. I’m a dead man walking, ” the feeling of dirt between his fingernails came back to him, making him shudder, “ I’m here, but I’m not the same. Not totally at least. ”
