Hello everyone.
After the tragedy, Lincoln will be depressed.
Now for the reviews.
beninator5: sure, I can have them go on separate missions from time to time.
Indorptorman101 and Njistar: Sad, but true.
TheBlazzore: Aw man, that would have been a good idea. But this and the next two chapters have already been written.
Lets get to it.
The following afternoon, the Loud sisters and parents were in the living room looking concerned.
Yesterday Lincoln had arrived too late to save a family from a house fire. They all died from burns and severe smoke inhalation.
Now the entire Loud family was concerned for Lincoln.
After what happened yesterday, Lincoln had fallen into a depression. He was really affected by this. He felt like a complete failure. He couldn't save that poor family, and knowing that shattered his heart. Because of what happened yesterday, along with the fact that he was constantly being beaten by The Slicer, he was actually starting to question whether or not he was really making a difference in the world.
He started asking himself something no one ever thought he'd ask.
Was he really a hero, or just a showoff?
The Loud sisters and parents remembered yesterday when he returned home. He didn't speak a word to anyone. They were all wondering what was wrong until they saw what happened on the news. The reporters made it clear that no one blamed the young hero for what happened, but obviously Lincoln thought otherwise.
They all tried talking to him, but he didn't say anything. All he could see was the deceased family.
Now, the other Louds were in the living room.
"What are we gonna do to help Lincoln?" Lola asked.
"I don't know, sweetie." Rita answered. "But we'll find a way to help him."
"Inky sad." Lily said.
"Yeah, Linky is sad." Leni told Lily. "We need to make him feel better."
"My dark heart feels actual pain knowing Lincoln is depressed." Lucy said.
"I'll try talking to him." Lori said. "Maybe instead of all of us talking to him at once, I can try talking to him alone."
"Alright." Rita said.
Lori then made her way upstairs to Lincoln's room. She knocked on his door.
"Lincoln, can I come in?" Lori asked.
There was no response.
Lori knocked again.
"Lincoln, I know you're sad, but I want to talk to you." Lori said.
There was still no response.
"Ok, if you don't want me to come in, just say so." Lori said.
No response.
"Ok, I'm coming in." Lori stated.
She opened his door, and she saw Lincoln just sitting on his bed in the dark. He was just looking down at the floor.
It broke Lori's heart seeing her usually cheerful brother so depressed.
She went inside his room, and knelt down in front of him so she could see his face.
To her sorrow, Lincoln's face had the most depressed look she had ever seen.
"Lincoln, are you ok?" Lori asked.
Lincoln's eyes moved to look at his big sister. Lori knew that she had his attention.
"Lincoln, you know that it wasn't your fault, right?" Lori asked.
Lincoln shook his head.
"Well, it really wasn't your fault." Lori told him. "You didn't start the fire, and you didn't deliberately delay yourself."
"I was still too late." Lincoln whispered. "I failed them."
"Lincoln, I know you won't like hearing this but I'm literally gonna say it anyway." Lori said. "You can't save everyone. You're only one person. You can't be everywhere at once."
"And I couldn't be where I was needed most yesterday." Lincoln sadly responded.
"I know this is hard for you." Lori said. "Just remember, We're all here for you, ok?"
Lincoln nodded at her.
"Good." Lori responded getting up. "I'll leave you alone for now. I love you, Linky."
"Love you too, Lori." Lincoln replied.
He then went back to just looking at the floor.
Lori then left his room and closed the door. She then went downstairs to the living room.
"How did it go?" Lynn Sr. asked.
"Not well." Lori answered. "Lincoln is completely depressed. Maybe Jordan can help."
She then got her phone out and texted Jordan and asked her if she could come by tomorrow.
She agreed.
Well, Lincoln is depressed.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please tell me what you think.
