✮-loop-✮ // DNF

~7

Words: 1168
TW: Mention of s*icide, panic attack, s*lf harm

He left George in sadness. In pain.

George rushed up the stair looking through every single room trying to find it. Every door he looked into he slammed while exiting. He was pretty sure everyone heard downstairs but he didn't care. 

After looking through many doors he found the bathroom. It was pretty big, an open shower and a corner bath. A beautiful marble white counter. He stumbled into the bathroom heartbroken. Slamming the door, he felt the house move a bit. He wasn't sure if it was because of his anger, pain or anything. He felt lonely. Scanning the bathroom drawers, he opened one to find razors.

Sniffing and sobbing, he took it out and tried taking out the blade. He couldn't do it he fell onto the floor crying. 

(Play song)

Nobody even cares about me why am I here

I should just die
I will never find my soulmate
This is so stupid
Life is stupid
I can' believe I fell for someone who doesn't even like me!

The thoughts kept crossing George's mind. His breathing started to get heavier and heavier each tear. He looked at the razor on the floor and saw the blade fell out. He let out a quiet sob and grabbed it. George moved over to the corner of the bathroom behind the door. It was obvious what was going to happen next.

With caution, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing some healed marks from months ago. George was so proud he stopped until now. Until he met someone who he fell deeply in love with but knows that he will never like him back. It was so hard not to cut. Without realising, he had already started. He cut deeper than usual, he felt light-headed. Like he was about to faint. 

Droplets of blood dripping down his wrist. He was bleeding really bad and he couldn't do anything. He regret his decision, but he knew it would make him feel better. It still wouldn't change how he felt, but cutting made him feel relieved.

George started blinking slower and his breathing got heavier making it hard to breathe. He looked down at his wrist and saw it was pure red. He couldn't help but let out a scream. The scream felt so good, so relaxing. George was now dizzy, but he could hear tons of sets of footsteps running up the stairs. 

Minutes had past, he felt worse and worse. Even more blood dripping down his wrist. He heard footsteps run towards the bathroom. It was faint in George's head but in reality it was aggressive footsteps. George couldn't move. It's like he was paralyzed. He tried getting up to clean himself off but it was impossible.

"George? Are you in there!" He couldn't make out who was yelling on the other side of the door. 

They tried to open the door.

"Open the door!" Someone else yelled out.

George went blank. After that he couldn't hear or see anything else except darkness.

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"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR." Clay screamed out. He was drunk but still freaking out. Wilbur pushed Clay out of the way and started trying to barge the door down. Clay didn't know what to feel, scared, mad or anything. He slapped Wilbur and moved him out of the way. With no hesitation, he barged the door down, completely breaking it.

But he didn't care all he cared about now, was George.

He sprinted inside and looked around for George. Tears dropping down his face he looked to the corner to find him with a pile of blood. Clay screamed and started sobbing. Everyone else barged into the bathroom seeing George laying, unconscious.

"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT CALL THE AMBULANCE!" He could barely make out his words but he was worried, very. Darryl pulled out his phone while dialling 112 (That's what British people use to don't come for me.) 

It was so hard for everyone to process what had happened. You couldn't hear anything else except Darryl talking on the phone and Clay sobbing onto George. Clay picked up George bridal style and carried him downstairs, blood still dripping down the tip of his hand. 

In the background you could hear the ambulance, the noise got louder as it got closer to the house. Clay brung George downstairs hugging him as tight as he could. He was now covered in blood himself, holding an unconscious man. 

A minute or two after, the ambulance had came. Clay ran outside holding George giving him to the medics, the others followed him out of the house. Everyone else cared about George, but not as much as Clay. His tears were flowing down like a stream. He knew why he cared so much about George but it was always hard to actually tell him. Clay tried to get in with George into the ambulance but he wasn't allowed.

"Only family allowed sorry." One of the medics said. He needed to get in with George.

"I-I'm his boyfriend." He had no better excuse to say. The medic let him in the ambulance. He looked back at everyone and made a sign saying he will call them. They all nodded. Clay sat himself down in the ambulance holding George's clean hand. He couldn't help but burst into more tears. Some fell onto George and the others fell onto his hoodie.

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"Since when are they dating?" Sapnap asked the whole group while they all started walking inside.

"Sapnap this isn't the right time.." Niki said in a less happier voice than usual. Yeah she just met George, but she really loved him. ( as a friend dw I would never ship Gogy and Niki.)

"I mean Sapnap is right, they have been all cuddly and everything I mean we all saw what happened before." Alex said trying to keep in his smile and laughter.

Darryl and Niki rolled there eyes and they all walked into the house.

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"I'm so sorry George.. I'm so stupid." Clay mumbled under his breath. He really cared and loved George and couldn't bare loosing him. They had soon arrived at the hospital, George was pulled out of the ambulance, Clay still holding his precious hand.

"Sir you have to let go now, we have to do scans and healing." Told one of the medics to Clay. (Idk what they do at hospitals so don't attack me lmao.) Clay hesitated but ended up kissing George's forehead and let go. He knew he wouldn't remember anything, but Clay would.

Seeing George getting taken away made him break into tears. He wanted to be with George and help him, but he couldn't . 

George was his happiness, everything he would want in his life.
He wanted to confess his love and affection to George but couldn't.
He didn't know how to.
He didn't know if it would ruin everything.
Obviously Clay didn't want that, he loved George so much.
More than anyone else could ever.
From day one.