Dean Welsh

Let's Raise A little Hell

The story. @evewinters

eve-winters:

raisealittlehell-dean:

Are you sure you would like to know? *sighs* positive?

Of course I’m sure, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.

Fine, You asked. A while a go, when I was about 6 years old. There was a fire that started in my younger brothers room. My father and mother were trying to get my brother Sam out, alive. They tossed him over to me as quickly as the could. Right before the ceiling collapsed on top of them, withdrawing every inch of life left in them. I screamed and cried for them, but no answer I realized I had to save my brother I ran outside and placed him on the cold wet grass, I fell to the floor coughing, I felt as the smoke flew across my lungs. I collapsed and the next thing I remembered was waking up in a hospital room. Alone. As Sam grew older he began to resent me. He blamed me for everything, mostly our parents death. I have no one now, no family, no one. 

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eve-winters-deactivated20120831 asked: You asked me what my story was last time, and I told you. So it's your turn.

Well, mine’s a little more complicated. 

ezra-ackerman asked: You, asked her out. You eager, arse. This means war.

The war is over, if you haven’t noticed I got the girl.