did not survive the socials purge

haha hey i love the blood dripping from your face and the animal rage in your eyes whats your pronouns

god but can you imagine being Hermie’s adopted parents? your son starts becoming extremely depressed. he’s stealing shit and is just all around closing himself off. every time you try to talk to him he just repeats that no one truly cares about him. the only thing that makes him happy is theater but even that seems to be bringing him less joy than before. you don’t know what to do. every time you try to talk to him he talks circles around you in depressing riddles. everything you say is wrong. you just want to help him. he asks to transfer to another school. you and your wife angst about it but ultimately decide to let him do it. maybe he was being bullied at chaparral? he starts being more energetic - not necessarily happier but more himself. you’re relieved. he’s cast in the school play. he gets asked to the school dance. he starts hanging out with friends. you made the right choice. his friends disappear. he starts going to their after school program (you think). you’re worried about him being alone. he stops talking to you. he becomes more intense on finding his friends. he becomes obsessed. he ignores school altogether. you don’t know what to do. you can’t stop him from skipping class. you don’t know why. he disappears. he won’t call you or pick up his phone, but his friends call their parents. their parents tell you he’s in Seattle. he never asked for a permission slip. you should have never sent him to that new school. you should have sent him to therapy. the city becomes politically divided. you thank god your son is in Seattle. his friends come back. he does not. you beg the police to help find your son but they don’t seem to know who you’re talking about. you can’t seem to bring yourself to ask his friends what happened. you don’t know why. his friends kill their vice principle and disappear. you pray your son was never really friends with them. you wish you knew why you couldn’t speak to them. the sky turns blue and the sun turns into a burning ball of light. you wish your son would pick up the phone. he’s all alone in Seattle. he and his friends are America’s most wanted, except the picture they show of him has changed. half of his skin is burnt and he’s wearing makeup from the musical remake of Joaquin Phoenix’s Joker. you bought him that makeup. you cleaned it off his bathroom counter every time he applied it before going to school. your son is not in Seattle. he never was.