Summary: The Largo family wasn't always the way they are now. Luigi Largo knows. He remembers.
Disclaimer: Repo! isn't mine. [thank goodness]
Comments: wow, i suck at titles and summaries.
anyways, there were alot of ways I could've taken this, so I may revise it.
enjoy. C:


Luigi Largo remembers.
He remembers when his father would come home from work with bags under his eyes, but would stay up to read stories to his children.
He remembers his brother's beautiful face, and the constant praise it received. He was never jealous.
He remembers his sister's tom-boy attitude; only wearing dresses when daddy forced her to.

Luigi Largo remembers.
He remembers when his father first began coughing up blood. He couldn't read stories anymore.
He remembers hearing his brother's sobs after a surgery went terribly wrong. He still wasn't jealous.
He remembers the first night his sister came home high on Z; wearing clothes that hardly fulfilled their purpose.

Luigi Largo remembers.
He remembers feeling the bruises forming on his fingers as he drags the blade through flesh.
He remembers the scarlet blood gushing out of the wound and onto his shirt. The wet fabric clinging to his skin was annoying.
He remembers hearing the Gentern's screams getting weaker.

Luigi Largo doesn't need to remember anymore.