Nah, I'm Good 15
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It's been months since Lincoln's last visit from everyone he's ever met as of recent, be it his friends, family, or even his tenants.
And during his time he had changed back to his old appearance, and went back to his old habits, except now he drinks in addition to just spending his days eating junk food and sleeping unorthodox hours throughout the day.
Speaking of he woke up from sleeping on the couch with a bottle of whiskey with only an 11th of it's contents remaining inside the bottle.
As Lincoln could only absently mindedly let go of the bottle he had in hand, he just stared at the roof of his bedroom as his head ached his chest had the every odd slow contraction from his heart.
He remained in the position he was in for a good hour before he got up and made his way to his bathroom to wash his face.
Letting out a long shallow sigh that sounded almost as if he was in pain, Lincoln could do nothing but stare at himself at his very reflection.
What are you looking at asshole, you don't have to care about how you look or how you treat your body anymore, you're finally free from everyone in the whole world to live the life you wanted, free of any judgement while indulging your happiness, thought Lincoln, or rather one of the voices in his head since he's self-diagnosed himself with paranoid schizophrenia.
Speaking of it was kicking in once more as he heard laughter coming from his bedroom.
With his teeth grit, he went to his bedroom and picked up a baseball bat he had leaning on the wall only to see, much less hear anything else.
But the laughter and chattered continued forth as it lead him to the guest room he had, which was now a disaster as the bed was tossed over, the window was broken, along with Lisa's teleporter that she had placed.
"God damn it, if this is another one of your guys' tricks fuck off!" yelled Lincoln as he felt a very cold weight over his back, someone's head on his shoulder, with their fingers wrapped around their neck
Turning his head around with the intent of bringing his bat into their skull, Lincoln only managed to put a new hole in the decaying room.
Letting out a frustrating sigh, he dropped his bat onto the hallway floor as he went back to the living room to finish the remaining contents of his whiskey.
Once he had finished his bottle, Lincoln crashed back on the couch with his hand over his head.
Freedom, free choice, free to be and do whatever I want with no one to judge or tell me how to be or behave, huh, well here I am living it up in my own paradise, thought Lincoln with a different voice in his head acting more snide and sarcastic towards his situation as his mentality continues to degrade.
Before he could continue to be by himself in his anger, he heard a knock on his door.
Not wanting to answer it right away, Lincoln lied there defiantly once more for another hour before he got up to get him something to eat from the kitchen.
His pantry was now consistent of instant noodles, root beer, beer and alcohol, sugary cereal, and mustard.
Grabbing himself the last clean bowl he had in his cupboard, he poured himself some cereal before adding some root beer to it, something he enjoyed consuming from the beginning, but after the second bite he completely lost his appetite as he pushed it next to the other 3 bowls containing food contents that's yet to be finished.
As he walked his way back towards the living room, he some mail being pushed inside the mail slot, reminding him someone had earlier went and knocked on his door for whatever reason.
Opening the door, Lincoln saw rectangular shaped package outside his door.
Bending down to pick it up along with the rest of his mail, which mainly consist of bill receipts and coupons, the package itself was a mystery that piqued his curiosity.
Grabbing himself a beer from the kitchen, he decided he needed to get more buzzed in case he was sent something stupid or that'll trigger him.
As for what he had received it was a photo album, containing pictures of mainly him and Lily over the years, but also moments with most of his sisters and his friends in the short time he had spent with them some months ago.
Initially angered and disgust over what he thought was a ploy of them trying to interfere in his peaceful solace once more, he found himself crying, and in more pain that he expected to be in.
Remember Lincoln, the choice is yours to whatever it is you want to do with your life, be it by yourself or with your family, echoed the words of Lynn in the back of his head.
Looking back down on the album, he turned to the page containing a very special photo, as this was the photo he consciously chose to use to give his parents as a wedding anniversary gift to his parents as this photo showed who he and his sisters are, or at least were.
Yes Lily was no longer in diapers or a nudist, yes Lynn wasn't a competitive meathead with a violent temper, yeah Lori was but the same, except she's a loving mother now.
So much about them was different and yet so much more remained the same, and what definitely remained the same was the fact was that at some point was that they were a happy family.
And that was the only thing that they'd asked for Lincoln to give a chance to be part of once again as the lonesome adult stared at the reflection of his TV to finally see himself for what his choice of isolation has brought him towards so far in his miserable solace.
"What have I become" Lincoln asked himself in a pitiful tone as he looked at the beer in his hand and decided to pour the remaining contents onto the carpet.
Picking himself up, he went into the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of vinegar and chugged it down.
Once he felt less buzzed he began to search for his shoes underneath all the pizza boxes and beer cans before leaving his apartment the first time in months.
"Damn spring weather" jeered Lincoln as he began to make the long walk towards his parents house, hoping to at least see them, if not Lily and Lisa, and whoever else might be visiting.
After the long journey, Lincoln was left looking at the house and was shocked to see the place boarded up and condemned.
"No, no way this can't be… this has to be some kind of sick joke right" said Lincoln as he checked his phone to see it wasn't April Fools.
"No!" bellowed Lincoln as he fell on his knee's at the front of his parents house as he lowered his head in shame.
Dear god, is this my punishment for my one sin that I was too naïve to realize, as he began to let out tears of frustration as he gripped on to his pajama bottoms in a tight fist.
"Hey, get off the Louds property you bum" shouted a familiar voice.
Turning his head, Lincoln was surprised to see Mr. Grouse to be alive and kicking, with the only difference being him bound on an electric wheel chair.
"Mr. Grouse is that really you" said Lincoln hopefully, "Back off bub, I got mace and I ain't afraid to use it" said Mr. Grouse.
"Mr. Grouse, it's me, Lincoln don't you recognize me" pleaded Lincoln as the old man adjusted his spectacles.
"Dear lord, Lincoln it is you, it's been years" said Mr. Grouse, "Yeah, I know, hey listen when happened to my parents house, why is it condemned" asked Lincoln.
"They didn't tell you, your parents finally saved up enough money to rebuild the place up from the ground up, so they moved all their junk out and are staying with that one sister of yours who's in her second term of office as our states governor" explained Mr. Grouse.
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Grouse I'll pay you back later, I got to get to my sisters mansion" said Lincoln as he was ready to call an Uber.
"Your parents aren't going anywhere son, don't you want to at least go home and look presentable, maybe you want to at least use my shower" suggested Mr. Grouse.
"There's no time, I've got to right some wrongs" said Lincoln as his Uber pulled up as he hitched on and made his way towards Leni's.
As they began to pull up into the drive way, Lincoln notice how there were many other vehicles and a familiar bus parked outside before he was dropped off.
Rushing through the gates towards the front door, Lincoln was immediately tackled down by security.
"Halt, cease your movements or we won't be forced to give you the boots, medium style" stated one of the security guards.
"Let me go, my sister Leni lives here" stated Lincoln, "Likely story buddy, now come with us peacefully" said a security guard but Lincoln continued to resist.
Having enough of hi antics, one of the security guards took out a shock baton and proceeded to prod Lincoln as he screamed in pain.
Thankfully his screams of pain didn't go unnoticed as Lily was near the window to see all the drama falling outside.
Being the first to rush outside, Lily stood there petrified unsure what to do as she saw her brother getting the stuffing beaten out of him.
Running back outside to fetch Leni, the Loud family came outside to disperse and hopefully prevent any more injury to fall on Lincoln.
"Security stop what you're doing, that's my brother" ordered Leni as the security obeyed her command as they let go of Lincoln.
Finally being able to see his family once more face to face, no one knew what to do next as Lincoln could only silently sob in place.
Wasting no time in seeing this sad sack before them, Lily was the first to rush and hug her brother, before the rest of the Loud sisters joined in.
"It's alright Lincoln, we're here for you now" said Lori reassuringly, "Yeah, please tell us if you're hurt or something" said Lola.
"I am hurting, and I do need a lot of help. I know that now, so please I'm sorry for leaving you guys, I didn't realize how much pain I've put you all through until I thought that you all decided to leave me" said Lincoln amidst his tears.
"We would never leave you, you're our brother, you're our family, and we love you" said Lily reassuringly as they all stood there for a good while, not wanting to let go of their brother, not ever again.
Even though there were issues that Lincoln had to face as there was a new demon ready to harm him as much as his family, so did his family with their own monsters inside, and this is what motivated them all to try again and put some effort into being better human beings, being a better family, being a family.
The End
So here you guys go a short story I promised to finish before the end of the year, which I hope you all enjoyed, so please feel free to leave your thoughts as this is the end of this story.
Thank you all for your support I know there's a bunch of other works I need to finish which I will and have found motivation to do once more, so hang tight expect me to get back into writing back to back again, even as I game.
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