#Billy:Parker

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The hospital room reeked of antiseptic, a sterile cage that did nothing to calm the feral fear Billy had of hospitals. He lay handcuffed to the bed, the metal biting into his wrists, his face a mess of jagged cuts and gashes that went across his nose and cheeks and burnt with every squint, forcing him to view the world through a watery haze of pain. As the door opened, Billy’s head snapped up. His vision was blurry with tears at first, but, as he finally made clear it was Parker, something shifted. His usual snarl faltered and his bloody lips twitched into a desperate grin as he slumped back against the pillow. “Parker…” His voice was raw, but there was a flicker of something calculated in his teary gaze. “You came. I knew you would.” He forced a weak cough, wincing dramatically as the movement pulled at his cuts. “They…They did this to me.” His voice trembled, “Elaine…she…she attacked me. I didn’t mean for it to happen…Not this bad. You get that, right? You said…You said you understood me.” His breathing hitched and a tear slipped down his cheek. “I don’t want to be here…They’re going to take me away. You…You won’t let them, right?”

@fcdcdmcmories

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Billy's cheeks twitched as he tried to stop himself from showing any real sign of emotion, not wanting to let the other know anything about how he was feeling. He forgot him. Of course, he had. He'd forgotten all about him, just like his real parents and just like everyone else he'd ever been stupid enough to allow to have a modicum of his vulnerability. "Sorry?" He spat, "You don't even remember. How the hell can you be sorry?" He curled up into himself, not in a fearful way, but more as if he was denying Parker his presence as much as he could, as if he didn't deserve it. "You didn't mean shit. You stood there acting like you gave a shit. Like you were gonna be some kinda-" he cut himself off, redirecting his train of thought. "I'm just some forgettable nobody to you now? Another charity case? Sounds like you meant it, alright." He turned away, crossed arms pale and purple in uneven splodges. "You don't get it. Take your sorry-ass promises, and shove them up your ass. You're just like everybody else."

@tcrturedpcetsdep

"YEAH. I MEAN.. IF I CAN? THAT'S WHAT I WANNA DO. HELP." because that was the right thing to do and the right thing was always what he tried to make happen, even when he did not KNOW what else he was SUPPOSED to do. as of late? he felt as if he didn't know where he was meant to be and that sucked. that was the worst thing of all and frankly, how could he be questioning everything? "i.. what? kid, i don't.. if that's the case and i forgot.. i'm sorry. I WOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT IF I DIDN'T MEAN IT." shaking his head. "no, i don't think so. if i said that i wanted to help, i meant it." / @loomingdread

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"You're nothing like me." Billy pushed. He couldn't let something like that go. Nobody understood what it was like to be him. Especially not someone like Parker, who, to Billy, just seemed like another boring family man wasting all his opportunity on trying to please others. "Wait, you killed people?" His brows raised, for real this time. Finally, something interesting. "Why? I mean, did someone leave you no choice, or something? Or, did you enjoy it? My mom...she says it's for revenge, but, I think there's a part of her just enjoys the control...?" He looked up at Parker with wider eyes than normal, seeing if that concept washed with another supposed murderer. "Yeah...screaming and nobody hearing...Or, they do hear, and just don't care."

@fcdcdmcmories

"OF COURSE I DO. I WAS.. YOU, ONCE, ACTUALLY. SO I KNOW IT." lost, what most people in the world would consider a criminal, alone and.. well, so many other things that most people would never EVEN be able to imagine if they looked at him now. because he had help and yes, he had put his life together. right? "no, i would make sure she didn't. i can keep you safe," looking down at the ground. "yeah, i did. and i know what it's like to be screaming and to have no one hear. i know what it's like to want nothing more than for someone to just.. stop and see that you're still there. SO YEAH.. I CAN HELP. I WANT TO HELP." / @springbandit

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The scar across Billy's cheeks ached as he followed Parker, the fresh air aggravating the wound. "Better? Guess I'm faking it good, then." He said, forcing a weak, pained grimace, only half an act given how shitty he still actually felt. "This thing hurts like hell." He muttered, "Wrong place, wrong time. This woman…Elaine…something. She's got it out for me. Keeps acting like I'm some guy she's got beef with. Yelling at me, making shit worse. I don't even know her." He held out his wrist showing off how swollen and bruised it had become from being handcuffed to the bed. It was drastic compared to how pale his skin was from his own neglect. "She did that. Said I deserved it." He added with just enough hurt in his voice to sell it. He looked up at Parker, eyes wide and boyish. "That's what's been happening. Still won't let me out of the hospital. Have you ever had someone make your life hell for no reason? It's…It's really scary."

@tcrturedpcetsdep

"THAT'S GOOD. you're looking a little better, too." he commented, glancing up at the other. now that he remembered everything? now that it had all come back to him? a part of him felt stupid for having forgotten someone that he should have been protecting? KEEPING SAFE. that was what he had said, right? and now.. well, he had more of a desire to do that than he ever had before. to make up for all the times he had been failing. "of course you can and.. you can tell me what's been happening?"

/ @loomingdread

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"Wait, you do?" Billy's brows knit, unwilling to believe he was being truthful, even though he wasn't entirely being so, himself. "A spare apartment? You don't think she'd find me?" He rubbed his arm with his hand, fidgeting. "Why? What have you been through that makes you so special? Have you killed people?" His brows raised sharply, looking at him with extreme interest, unsure yet whether to make the idea a good or bad thing.

@fcdcdmcmories

"NO, OF COURSE NOT, BUT.. I WANT TO HELP YOU, KID." whatever it was that he could do, he wanted to do it and he didn't know why it was that he had wanted to help the other right away but something told him that he needed it and so, of course that he wanted to make it happen. it wasn't often that was the case, right? "you don't have to. i mean, i can help. there's a spare apartment upstairs. you're just a kid. no kids should be put through anything like that." shaking his head. "i've been through more than most people. i could help you." / @springbandit

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"Nobody that lived for very long after. My mom? She kills people." Billy answered, matter of factly rather than offended or truly bothered. He watched Parker for a little bit, making no effort to hide his disdain from his face as he watched him do a 180 on his table service. "You know, I don't know if I'm hungry after that little performance. You should try waiting until after you have my money before being an asshole."

@fcdcdmcmories

"ANYONE EVER TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE NOT AS FUNNY AS YOU THINK YOU ARE?" he huffed, because he was not in a good mood at all and he didn't mean to come off like that to a potential customer but what ELSE could he do? shaking his head, as he attempted to even remotely calm down for a moment there. "no, sorry, sit down. WHAT CAN I GET YOU TO EAT?" @springbandit

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"Yeah," Billy mumbled, forcing a weak, pitiful grimace, playing up the sick kid act with a well practised ease. "Doing…better, I guess. Still feels like I got hit by a truck." his voice was shaky, only some of it being put on. Billy was still in a bad way, he just wasn't usually the kind to let others in on his pain. He had no interest in eating a burger, it was too messy and too unpredictable. But still, he saw the chance to tag along and get away from everything for an hour or so. "I'm not big on eating right now, but…shit, I could use the company. Can I come with you anyway?" His question was almost soft, almost hesitant, like the rejection was a blow he might not be able to handle too easily.

@tcrturedpcetsdep

"I REMEMBER YOU, KID. YOU DIDN'T.. LOOK SO WELL THE OTHER DAY, DID YOU?" and he cared. that was what most people failed to SEE about him. he cared and there had been a certain point where.. well, everyone had walked off and maybe, he deserved it, but it didn't change the fact that he was ALONE. it didn't change the fact that it was just him against the world and.. what the fucking hell was he supposed to do about that now? "feeling better, i'd hope? do you want something to eat? i was just heading off to get BURGERS." and was he desperate for some company? right now, he thought that it did show.

/ @loomingdread