Idek what's going on with this chapter... Like- y'all enjoyed this shit-
Chase placed his head in his hands, gasping for air. His abs and back ached, he lost count after 60.
Keep fucking going.
Do you want perfect abs? A hot v-line? Keep fucking doing sit ups.
Chase laid back down, his knees up. He slowly and weakly rose, touching his wobbling knees.
You're fucking weak. It's just fucking sit ups.
He felt queasy, he hadn't even eaten much today. At least none of it stayed in his stomach.
Maybe that's why.
He felt sick from not eating and for exercising. But if he ate, he'd feel more sick.
Sweat rant down his neck and forehead. His stomach and back. Everything was sweating in the worse way possible.
Chase wasn't sure if the ache or the sweat was worse.
"Fuck." He grunted, trying to sit up but just plopped back down. He didn't have the strength. His body was shaking we strain and exhaustion.
A ring filled the room. Chase wanted to cry, he didn't want to get up and grab the phone.
He rolled across the floor, stopping a few inches before his bed. He forced himself up, using the bed for support.
Chase snatched the phone from his nightstand, checking the caller.
His heart tingled as he answered the phone.
"Hi."
"H-hey."
Chase frowns at the sad crack in the younger boys voice. "Is everything okay?"
"N-not r-re-really." Clyde's voice was so quiet but broken. Chase wanted to throw up even more now. "Were you b-busy?"
"Even if I was, you can still talk to me."
Clyde wipes his nose with an old shirt, gulping. "I'm sorry if this is awkward... I didn't know who else to call..."
"No, it's fine, I'm glad you called." Chase licks his lips that had drips of sweat on it. "Is there anything in specific wrong?"
Clyde paused, Chase could only hear his shakey breath on the other line. It truly broke his heart.
He wished he was there to hug him. To cuddle him. To kiss his forehead. To reassure him constantly. And it hurt so badly that he couldn't.
It hit Chase like a truck. He was still falling got Clyde but couldn't do anything to show it.
"I just...was thinking a lot..." Clyde began, his breath heavy. "And it's not that I want to hurt myself... I just... Kinda want to just... Like... Almost drown myself in the bathtub...and just feel the burn...and then go back up."
Chase's eyes were wide, his mouth went dry. He opened his mouth, nearly choking on words. "Stay on the phone with me."
"I didn't intend on hanging up."
The dark haired boy wasn't sure what to do. Was he feeling suidical? Is he going to try something?
"You're not going to do anything, right?" Chase whispered frantically, his breath becoming uneasy. Clyde didn't respond. "Clyde, please talk to me."
Clyde hug a pillow to his chest, sighing. "I'm not going to do anything... I wanted to but I called you instead... I'm okay."
Chase pursed his lip. "Are you safe?" Clyde hums in reply, it was a quiet hum. "Do you want to come over."
