My Last Hope
By: KnuxZimRyoko15
A couple days later, Edd was sitting alone on his bed. His foster parents were gone on another cocaine binge. They had left the house a mess, and he had just barely cleaned up every sign that they had been here at all. Not only that, but Eddy was in a bad mood towards him. Why me? Edd asked himself. Why must I be tortured? It was bad enough that he had terrible foster parents, but NOW Eddy has to get mad at him? He thought back to the incident again.
"Hey hurry up Sockhead, we need to go down and take everyone's money!"
"Not today, Eddy. I don't feel like it."
"Look, did I say I cared? You've never complained before, and you don't have the right to complain now!"
"Um…guys? Can me and Nester go down to the Candy Shop? Nester found a quarter! I LOVE CHICKENS EDDY!! Cluck cluck cluck!"
" Shut up Ed."
"Eddy, I am tired. My parents left an awful lot of sticky notes, and I have to finish them, or else I'll get punished."
"FINE!!!!!! If you wanna follow mom and dad for the rest of your life then go ahead. No one's stopping ya! Least of all me!!"
"But…but Eddy…"
"SHUT UP!!! Come on Ed, he's too busy for us."
"Gravy! *THUNK* Did you get it Eddy?"
"Shut up Ed."
It brought tears to his already sore eyes. He knew now that Eddy probably was, and always will be, interested in him for his brains alone. If I had been dumb, Edd thought, He never would've paid any attention to me at all! The thought chilled him. If Eddy wasn't his friend, and he couldn't rely on Ed, him being him and all, then who could he talk to? No one, he thought. No one. Then he heard the mail box clink. The mail was here.
Wave after wave of tears flooded Edd's emotions. "IT CAN'T GET ANY WORSE, CAN IT?!?" He held, in his chalk-white hand, a letter. But not just any letter, no, this was THE letter. The letter he had been dreading for four long years. I've made up my mind, he thought. "I'm leaving. And I'm never coming back. EVER." He no longer cared what everyone would think when they found out he was gone. He didn't even care that he might get caught and beaten to death by "dear mom and dad". This letter cinched it. He looked at the letter again. There, in bold typing, was the words, "Search Warrant". The police had found out about the cocaine in the basement somehow, and his foster parents would turn to the only known suspect, and try to "snuff him out". The suspect was Edd.
With a quiet click, he left the house.
By: KnuxZimRyoko15
A couple days later, Edd was sitting alone on his bed. His foster parents were gone on another cocaine binge. They had left the house a mess, and he had just barely cleaned up every sign that they had been here at all. Not only that, but Eddy was in a bad mood towards him. Why me? Edd asked himself. Why must I be tortured? It was bad enough that he had terrible foster parents, but NOW Eddy has to get mad at him? He thought back to the incident again.
"Hey hurry up Sockhead, we need to go down and take everyone's money!"
"Not today, Eddy. I don't feel like it."
"Look, did I say I cared? You've never complained before, and you don't have the right to complain now!"
"Um…guys? Can me and Nester go down to the Candy Shop? Nester found a quarter! I LOVE CHICKENS EDDY!! Cluck cluck cluck!"
" Shut up Ed."
"Eddy, I am tired. My parents left an awful lot of sticky notes, and I have to finish them, or else I'll get punished."
"FINE!!!!!! If you wanna follow mom and dad for the rest of your life then go ahead. No one's stopping ya! Least of all me!!"
"But…but Eddy…"
"SHUT UP!!! Come on Ed, he's too busy for us."
"Gravy! *THUNK* Did you get it Eddy?"
"Shut up Ed."
It brought tears to his already sore eyes. He knew now that Eddy probably was, and always will be, interested in him for his brains alone. If I had been dumb, Edd thought, He never would've paid any attention to me at all! The thought chilled him. If Eddy wasn't his friend, and he couldn't rely on Ed, him being him and all, then who could he talk to? No one, he thought. No one. Then he heard the mail box clink. The mail was here.
Wave after wave of tears flooded Edd's emotions. "IT CAN'T GET ANY WORSE, CAN IT?!?" He held, in his chalk-white hand, a letter. But not just any letter, no, this was THE letter. The letter he had been dreading for four long years. I've made up my mind, he thought. "I'm leaving. And I'm never coming back. EVER." He no longer cared what everyone would think when they found out he was gone. He didn't even care that he might get caught and beaten to death by "dear mom and dad". This letter cinched it. He looked at the letter again. There, in bold typing, was the words, "Search Warrant". The police had found out about the cocaine in the basement somehow, and his foster parents would turn to the only known suspect, and try to "snuff him out". The suspect was Edd.
With a quiet click, he left the house.