A/N: Well, this is my first Fanfic. I really don't have much to say, except for R&R. If there are any errors, don't hesitate to inform me. And hey, go easy on me- I'm a newbie at this! :P
DISCLAIMER: Heavy Rain belongs to Quantic Dream, not me.. yet.
PERFECT FOLDS
One day. Just one day. That's the amount of time it took for me to just snap. Just one.. fucking.. day.
January 27th, 2010. Some kid burns down his house because his mom confiscated his phone. His grandpa couldn't get out of the house, had 40% burns covering his whole goddamn body. The kid's serving a life sentence, with no possible chance of parole in the future. And do you know what the mother says throughout the whole ordeal? She says, "I love my son." continuously. HA! A kid who's loved doesn't burn their house down. I don't blame it on the kid, though. The mother's not to blame either. It's the fucking father. He walked out on him when he was just a baby, according to his biography. Shit like that just gets me so upset, it reminds me of… him. I snapped.
"I love you." she says. You people think you can just say "I love you", and that makes it okay for you to do whatever? I've heard it TOO MANY FUCKING TIMES, "love" no longer has ANY MEANING. How did we get here, where people are like this..? WHO'S TO BLAME? WHERE DOES ALL THE HURT AND PAIN START? Someone's got to do something; there HAS to be an answer.
I woke up the next morning. Realization finally hit me. The corners of my lips twitched into an eerily wide smile. I was no longer sane. But fuck my sanity. I figured out what was wrong, now! Well, technically, I've always knew what was wrong, hahaha! All my goddamn life. "I LOVE YOU, SON." "I LOVE YOU TOO, DAD." That fucking word again. It's such a big joke. One of the best.
There was a code in the newspaper. I knew what I had to do.
Four sons, different ages, who committed absurd crimes..
FOR MONEY.
FOR BEING DIFFERENT.
FOR FUN.
Ahh.. FOR LOVE.
I saw it. I knew exactly who to blame. It was their fault. THEY weren't responsible. THEY didn't LOVE them enough. THEY just didn't CARE- they weren't REAL fathers. IT'S NOT THE KID'S FAULTS. THEY HAD NO ONE TO GUIDE THEM, TO EXPLAIN TO THEM RIGHT FROM WRONG. YOU DIDN'T LOVE THEM ENOUGH, NOW YOU SHOULD PAY! You should have been there.. but you had other INTERESTS and DESIRES. DIDN'T YOU? Yet still: "I love my family more than anything". HAHAHA, BULLSHIT!
You're a LIAR.
You should all be tested.
You should all be PUNISHED.
YOU WEREN'T THERE.
This can't go on, no, not like this.. someone needs to do something.
Someone needs to do something.
Someone nedes to do smething.
SMEONE DO SMTHNG.
I need to do something..
..Ahh, everything's much clearer now; there's pure purpose coursing through my veins. You know, they say the hardest lessons are those most worth learning. And I intend to teach them, to make them pay over. And over. And over again, forever and ever.
WHAT would YOU do for LOVE?
Run through fire?
Jump out of a plane?
Would you?
WILL YOU?
You know why the police are USELESS? They're working for money.
They have no purpose, no agenda- no VISION. They're blind, they can't see the real reason.
They can't see the hurt, the pain, the traumas that we go through.
They don't
FUCKING UNDERSTAND.
did you see the forecast?
skys darkening
clouds are forming
everythings turning gray
its so heavy in the air i can smell it
almost taste it
can hear it
its almost here im so excited
oh boy
its here
its raining
im ready
im ready
im ready
im rdy.
r u ready to shw ur lve?
ill be in touch..
Christ, I really hate 's formatting system..