Bloodshot eyes//DNF

{good to me.}

CW//panic attack, crying, mature language, homophobia, homophobic and ableist slurs. I can reclaim them dw, pills, attempt of suicide

Please actually do this AND call a police if someone tries to overdose! I've took multiple classes on this and did a lot of research about it before writing!

Shoutout to helpdaddy go follow them they're really nice

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-bedroom, 7:31PM-

George jolted up from sleeping to see his boyfriend gone. He then heard his phone blowing up.

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kys fag
You're retarded
I hope you slit your wrists
I'm so fucking embarrassed to have a son like you.
I hope that you never fucking wake up.
Die.
I'm glad i kicked you out of my house.
I'm so fucking disappointed that I'm your mother.

George stared at them. He stared and stared. He didn't even notice how his hands started shaking. "Fuck fuck fuck..." he muttered. He starts feeling a pit in his stomach as his body loses control. "No no no.."

He hears footsteps from the stairs and sees the door open. "George I made you din-" He hears. "George?" His boyfriend questions. He places the plate down on the desk where they film, walking towards his boyfriend.

"Hey hey hey George what's wrong? I'm here" Clay says, laying a hand on the brunets back only causing him to flinch. "Hey..is it okay if I touch you?"

George hesitantly nods. "Alright..shhh you're okay..what happened?" Clay asks. "My..my mom..she t-texted me..."

"It's okay baby..come on do you feel comfortable cuddling?" Clay asks. George nods. Clay gently picks him up, laying down on the bed and placing him on his lap, George laying down as tears get soaked into clays shirt.

"Shhh..." Clay rubs his back. "I'm here.." he says. "You're okay.." "can you tell me what she said?" george only shakes his head.

"Can I look?" Clay asks. "Mhm.."  George says. "Okay where's you phone?" George hands it to him. He reads the texts, frowning. "I'm so sorry baby.." Clay says.

"Well if she doesn't accept you, I still do." Clay picks George's head up, gently holding his chin. "Is this okay?"

George nods, obviously knowing Clay wants to kiss him. Clay closes the gap between them, kissing him on the lips.

"My pretty baby..you're not a fag. Well- not in a bad way." Clay says as he pulls away, causing his boyfriend to laugh.

"Mm.." George grumbles. "What is it angel?" Clay asks. "Sleepy.." George mumbles. "You just woke up..how are you tired?" the blond asks.

"Well I don't know, maybe my homophobic mother just messaged me and gave me a panic attack" George says.

"Oh yeah.."

"Mmm baby I love you.." George tells him. "I love you too" Clay says. "Ughhh I wanna fucking kill myself" George mumbles into clays shirt.

"Ah ah ah angel. No dying" Clay says, rubbing the brunets back. "Will you be okay if I go shower?" Clay asks. "Mhmm I'll be fine" George says.

"Okay" Clay kisses the boys head. He gets up, going to the bathroom.

George waits a few minutes, then gets up and goes inside of the bathroom. "Hey Clay I'm just grabbing something" he says. "Okay!" Clay shouts from inside.

George grabs a random bottle of pills on the counter and leaves. He takes a few heavy breathes and removes the cap.

He pops a few in his mouth, swallowing about a handful. "George..?" He hears. Then he sees a figure standing shirtless with boxers.