-Strangers- dnf

Chapter 1-

TW: suicidal thoughts, abuse.

George clenched the edge of his sink staring at his bruised reflection. He could hear his dads yelling from downstairs slowly turn into a high pitch  noise, making everything turn into a blur.

Suddenly, he was grabbing the bathroom cabinet door, swinging it open. His hands roamed through the cabinet, clenching a bottle of pills. He sits against the bath, staring at them.

"What do i have left?.." he thinks, slowly taking the lid of. Then, his phone rings. He looks at the contact without picking up the phone.
"Big Q is calling..."

George throws the pills across the bathroom floor, picking up his phone. He coughs before sliding the answer button.

"Hey Alex!" He says trying to hide the shake in his voice.
"Hey George! You weren't answering my textes so i thought i might as well phone you." He replies, visibly joyful.

The call is silent for a few seconds, before Alex speaks in a concerned voice.
"George. Are you alright?" George sighs. Alex already knew about his family problems, so he had nothing to hide. Besides the fact he was about to end it there and then.

"Just.. my dad" he replies leaning his head back on the bathtub.
"Shit, I'm sorry man, want to hang out? Maybe it could clear your mind?"
He offers in a genuine voice.

"Sure. See you 20." George replies with a slight smile. They bid their goodbyes and hung up the call.
He stared at the pills laying a few feet in front of him.

"Not today i guess.." he breaths, putting the pills in their original place.
He gets up fixing his hair, looking at his reflection one last time. His cheekbones were visible and he had a bruise beneath his lip making it bleed, and one under his eyes.

He unlocked the door and left the bathroom.
He changed into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before walking downstairs, seeing his father, passed out on the living room floor holding a beer bottle.

He sighed, exiting his house, pulling out his phone to text Alex. He saw a few unread texts from him, probably the ones from before.

Big Q

Where are we meeting?

Meet me at the Park.

he turns of his phone, heading to the park. When he gets there, he spots Alex talking to two tall individuals.
When George gets closer, he realises who they were. Clay and Nick, the two most popular players on the football team.

He didn't know them. They were like strangers to him. George slowly walked up the Alex as he looks at him.
"George! Hey!" He speed walks over to George, followed by the 2 boys.
"Jesus, George, are you okay?" He says lightly touching the bruise under Georges eye.

"Did he get beat up?" The boys behind him laugh, slowly stopping as they realise this wasn't a joke.
"I'm... i'm fine Alex, don't worry about it.." George replies, faking a smile.

"What happened to you." The taller male asked. George looks down and shakes his head.
"Nothing happened. You two should get going now." Alex intervened.
Clay looks down nodding. Him and Nick walk away.

"Since when do you talk to them?" George asks, looking at his friend.
"Oh, i first talked to them a month or two ago." He replies with a slight smile.
"They're probably a bunch of jerks like the other players." George scoffs, looking at his feet kicking a few rocks.

Alex shrugs, looking to his side.
"What were you doing when i phoned you. You wouldn't respond to my texts."
Georges eyes widen. He played with his sleeves not looking away from the ground. He could tell him. Alex was his best friend.

"Pills" was all George could spit out, but he knew Alex understood. He let out a small gasp, turning to look at George.
"George.." he says pulling him into a hug.

George accepts it, tightening his hands around his friends back. He loved Alex but he couldn't hold on much longer. He let out loud sobs that could probably be heard from miles away.

George pulls away from the hug and looks at Alex in the eyes.
"George, i know life can be shit, but please don't leave me.." Alex says breaking the eye contact.
"Yeah.." is all George could reply.

After about 10 minutes of talking, they bid their goodbyes.

George walked home, to his dad asleep on the couch. He sighed walking to his room, slowly falling asleep.

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Hey! This is my first ever story so yeah lol :). Also if you hadn't realised this is going to be a slow burn.

Voting is pog tbh.