Have you ever wondered?
Where it is that we go when we die, our bodies desecrated and lost.
It's closing in now, that time when you have to leave, one way ticket to hell. But what about that brother of yours?
He might as well be going down to burn right along with you.
But what if he isn't?
What if he's going to that place that you don't know about, never dared to think. What happens? Does he forget? Remember? Feel.
It's all confusing you, jumbling up those messed up thoughts and directing them to a whole other topic.
Tick tock.
The clock fading,
You never really knew, what you assured of. Were just as helpless as him when he asked that little question of where he was going.
Where those fumbles in the dark would send him.
And you had all this time to reassure him, aren't you so happy?
You got a year, didn't you.
To tell, pass on.
But that isn't what this is about. You know hell, you grew up with it. Your little family did that for you, yet you aren't resentful, are you?
You always knew that you would be going into that dark place, the burning, oh god, you knew how it burned.
You saw.
From the beginning, you were a bad boy, visiting that nasty corner. There was never a tomorrow.
It's about something odd, corrupted.
He had sat attentive, sitting, listening, he knew no one else.
And you had ruined him.
Told him in those dark little places as you made him cry out, in pleasure. Pain.
He would be going to the good place, making his brother feel good like that. But you didn't know, did you?
You never knew.
Never wanted the tears, the looks.
You knew your place.
One year.
Tick tock.
All those days. Hours.
It shouldn't take more than a minute. To tell him truth.
But you don't.
Because, in your mind, you don't want him in wherever.
In that place.
He's yours. He's going with you.
You'll make it feel good. You promise yourself that at night, don't you?
That it'll be nice for him.
Sammy had always liked the heat.
One year, more fumbles, promises.
Bitter sweet. You know he's going with you, you're making sure of it.
That he can never go to that place.
It's your lesson, your punishment. You have to wait for him.
To die and come to you, for the heat made for the bad boys. But you'll protect him, won't you?
All the familiar faces around you will blur.
He'll see.
You have one year more to make sure he'll never make it to the good place, never leave you again.