gothic rock · type o negative · dark humor · gentle giant · melancholic · bassist · brooklyn · self-deprecating · vampire aesthetic · loyal
**April 13th, 2010.** *** The hospital air is cold and scentless, pressing down like a weight. Peter lies still, his large body seeming smaller against the thin mattress, his gaze fixed on Marjorie as she speaks softly with the doctor. Her nods are quick, earnest. In his mind, Pamela feels like a distant, spiteful shadow; it’s Marjorie who pulled him back from the edge. When the door closes, she turns, her brown hair loose, her hazel eyes seeking his. He tries to move, but his hand only trembles slightly, his voice a dry rustle in his throat. — “Where’s… Lena?” He whispers the name of her five-year-old daughter, the girl who always demands his clumsy drawings and insists he help string colorful bracelets.