(Guilt was not a new emotion for Eddie Kaspbrak to be experiencing. On a regular basis, he usually felt guilty about something even if there was nothing to warrant it. He was the kind of person who whenever he saw a shoplifting sign in a store, he automatically felt like he specifically was being targeted even if he had never shoplifted a day in his life. Then there was the more serious stuff. Feeling guilty over leaving his mom when she had no one else in the world. Feeling guilty over other feelings that he knew were wrong on a biblical level. Feeling guilty over when his doubts towards his own religion would crop up. Hearing mantras of Damnation, damnation! ringing at the back of his head wasn't new.
But this was the first time that Eddie could logically and reasonably trace the cause and effect. He had murdered people. Killed them. Had taken their lives. Brought them straight to the pearly gates himself. He could still remember what it felt like to cut the one lady open.
It didn't help that he had stitches for the deep stab wound that Angela had managed to heal some of the way, but not all, that had him sleeping on his belly most nights because he was paranoid that they would catch and he'd rip them all out. It served as a physical reminder of what happened.
That was all pretty awful, sure, but what was really awful was the fact that Richie had been dragged into it too. Richie who didn't deserve damnation the way Eddie did.
It itched at his skin worse than his guilt, and after resting for a while (though not sleeping- thanks, moon.) he wound up heading to Richie's room. No knocking. The only Loser he would bother knocking for was Bev for obvious reasons. And she had never liked any of the boys in her room for longer than they had to be- except for Eddie.
This wasn't Beverly though. It was Richie. Richie who was, even within the Losers, Eddie's very best friend. So of course there was no knocking. Maybe if it had been a few months ago, but with how things were going, Eddie pushes the door open like he would any other day of the week and shuts it behind him. He locks it too. It isn't that he doesn't trust Chloe, it's more that he's so used to having moments with the Losers being something kept private and isolated. This felt like one of those moments.
He walks over to Richie's bed and just climbs right on in, rolling right on over to his stomach and crossing his arms together, dropping his chin into the crook of his elbow.)
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But this was the first time that Eddie could logically and reasonably trace the cause and effect. He had murdered people. Killed them. Had taken their lives. Brought them straight to the pearly gates himself. He could still remember what it felt like to cut the one lady open.
It didn't help that he had stitches for the deep stab wound that Angela had managed to heal some of the way, but not all, that had him sleeping on his belly most nights because he was paranoid that they would catch and he'd rip them all out. It served as a physical reminder of what happened.
That was all pretty awful, sure, but what was really awful was the fact that Richie had been dragged into it too. Richie who didn't deserve damnation the way Eddie did.
It itched at his skin worse than his guilt, and after resting for a while (though not sleeping- thanks, moon.) he wound up heading to Richie's room. No knocking. The only Loser he would bother knocking for was Bev for obvious reasons. And she had never liked any of the boys in her room for longer than they had to be- except for Eddie.
This wasn't Beverly though. It was Richie. Richie who was, even within the Losers, Eddie's very best friend. So of course there was no knocking. Maybe if it had been a few months ago, but with how things were going, Eddie pushes the door open like he would any other day of the week and shuts it behind him. He locks it too. It isn't that he doesn't trust Chloe, it's more that he's so used to having moments with the Losers being something kept private and isolated. This felt like one of those moments.
He walks over to Richie's bed and just climbs right on in, rolling right on over to his stomach and crossing his arms together, dropping his chin into the crook of his elbow.)
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