Amnesia

Chapter 2

                       *Richie POV*

I can't move. At least, I tried but wasn't successful. My whole body hurts like hell. I can only hear muffled voices. I try to open my eyes. I can't see anything because it's blurry. Either my vison is fucked up, or my glasses are gone.

"What happened?" I wonder.

Then I remember. The party at Gretta's house. I got pretty fuck-drunk, and Eds giving me ride home, and...EDDIE! I hope he"s okay But where am I anyways? What happened?

"Eh...E-Ed..." I manage.

"Shhh..." A soothing voice tells me.

I open my eyes a little wider now. Yep, my glasses are definitely gone.

"W-where am I...?" I ask. My throat hurts, so I cough, and almost vomit.

"You're gonna be okay, Richard..." The person says, ignoring my question.

"No, what happened?" I start to yell. "You were in a car crash with a friend."

"Is he okay?" I ask frantically.

The person didn't answer, which wasn't reassuring. I began to cry. I feel like dying. I just want to see Eddie. I want to wrap my arms around him and tell him that I love him with all my heart.

                         *Eddie POV

I don't see anything. I don't hear anything. I can only see pitch black.

"Hello?" I call.

Silence

How can silence be so loud? I begin to walk forwards, but it could be backwards, or to the left or the right. I curl up into a ball and begin to cry.

Richie could be hurt badly, or worse, dead. And it's all my fault. What if I'm dead? Why...?

                       *Richie POV

I was released from the hospital a week later. I went home. My parents weren't there. Probably off drinking and didn't know what the fuck happened. I walked to my room and closed the door. I fell onto my bed and began to cry until my pillow was wet with tears.

Eddie is in a coma, and the doctors aren't sure when he's going to wake up. At least it's bebetter to know that he's not dead.

Yet

No! He's not going to die! I won't let him! Between him and death, I'm the only thing standing in the way. I will make sure we get through this together.

Those words bring tears to my eyes and I begin to cry harder. It's my fault. He could die because of me. Why Eddie?? Why him?

-4 months later-

It's been four months since the car crash, and Eddie still hasn't woken up yet.

I've missed a shit ton of school, waitijg for Eds to wake up. I'm not eating as much as I used to, and I hardly ever sleep. I just feel so angry all the time.
I've started smoking more cigarettes than I used to.

The other Losers call me every day, but I never really answer. They do visit me every once and a while though...

I remember when Eddie used to come over sometimes. That was before my parents got obsessed with drinking. We would listen to music, talk, or (when Eddie agrees to it) we would look at porn. It was mostly me, because Eddie would get scared halfway through the second page and have to use his inhaler.

I was constantly looking over at Eddie to make sure we was okay. He said he was, but he was probably freaking out like crazy.

1 year ago
*This part may get a little interesting. If your not comfortable, skip to where it says '1 year later*

"Hey, Eds!" I announced when he walked into my bedroom.

"What is it, asshole?" He took off his headphones and glanced at me.

"Look what I got~!" I said in a singsong voice. I held up the porn magazine and grinned.

"Ewww! Richie that's fucking disgusting!" Eddie screeched.

"Exactly!" I winked at him. "C'mon Spaghetti!" I put an arm around him.

Eddie giggled at the pet name, but only for a second. "No!" He grumped. "I'm not even gonna glance at the cover for another second."

"Damn. You're no fun." I pouted. I tossed the magazine on Eddie. He laughed and threw it back at me.

"Nooo! Eddie you'll ruin it!" I cried. "I want to see those beautiful anime girl legs!"

"Ewww!" Eddie laughed. He sat back down on the bed. I sat back down on the bed across from him.

"Just a page or two!" I begged.

"Fine!" He crossed his arms.

"Goodie!" I clapped my hands excitedly and grabbed the wrinkled magazine off the floor. I opened the first page and was not prepared for what I saw.

I guess Eddie wasn't either. He gagged and turned red all over. He puffed on his inhaler and covered his eyes.

"HOLY SHIT EDDIE!" I laughed. "How big is your boner right now?!"

"Shut up!" He shouted.

"I'd estimate about 6.3 inches!" I joked.

"Oh my god~!" He covered his blushing face.

"Just say if you have one or not, then I'll stop buggin' ya, sugah." I winked at him.

After a long while of silence, he finally whispered it...

"Yes..."

"LET'S FUCKIN' GOOO!" I laughed. "Whooo!"

"Calm down!" He hissed. "It's not that big a deal!"

"It was your first one, right?" I grabbed a gummi worm from the bowl on my bed and popped it in mg mouth.

"Y-yeah..." He was still blushing as he looked at the ground.

"Eddie," I grabbed his chin and lifted it towards mine. We were close enough to kiss.

"Look at me when you're fuckin' lying about that being your first boner." I smirked at him.

"Fuck you!" He punched me playfully on the arm.

"Sure," I started. "Who's top and who's bottom?"

"Oh my god, Richie!" Eddie wheezed with laughter.

-1 year later-

-Eddie POV-

I kept walking forwards, tears streaming down my face. I try to hold them in, but I can't help it.

But then I see it. There's a door up ahead, with posters on it. I then realize it's the door to Richie's bedroom.

I push it open, and I see him. He's sitting on his bed, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He's a lot skinnier than he was the last time I saw him. I don't know how long ago that was though. There are black circles under his eyes. The tears don't fall from his eyes, but stay there.

"Richie..." I thought to myself. "Please don't be like this..."