Loving You Is Painful

Chapter 2

He kissed my seventh cut, "Reason 7..."

"I love you, Chanyeol."

Baekhyun and I stared at each other. I hadn't noticed our faces getting closer until I felt his breath. I shook my head and pushed him away, "Stop saying stupid stuff like that. I don't like you," I threw pillows at him. I was sitting in the corner or my bed with my back pressed against the cold wall, "Just get out of here! I don't want to see you anymore!" I yelled. Baekhyun just stared at me. I could tell he wanted to stay, but left the room anyways.

I cried. I threw away the chance to be with him. Fate was trying to pity me and give me someone that I can't be with.

I heard a knock at the door, "Don't come in!" I yelled out. The door opened and Kyungsoo walked over to me. He stared at me, "What's wrong with you?" I didn't look at him. I buried my face in my arms while hugging my knees. Kyungsoo put his hand on my arm, "You have a chance now. Don't throw away your happiness," I looked at him with tears in my eyes. He gave me a hug and I broke down into a mess of tears.

I could feel my body giving up. Kyungsoo had to hold me up, "Just leave me alone for a bit, hyung. I need to think about something," he smiled reassuringly and left the room quietly. I leaned over my bed and pulled out a black shoe box. I opened it and pulled out a needle and some clear liquid. I filled the needle and injected it in my vein in my wrist. I put away the needle and hid the box back under my bed and laid back on my bed. I closed my eyes.

*Baekhyun's POV*

After I left the room, I ran to the kitchen where Suho and Kris were. They were quietly talking, but then noticed me. Suho approached me and brushed his thumb against my cheek, wiping away stray tears that I didn't know have fallen. He made me sit down on a chair. Kris walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, "Baekhyun?" I looked up at him. His face was extremely close to mine, "What's wrong? Did Chanyeol hurt you?" Tears were threatening to fall as I remembered him pushing me and throwing things at me.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't tell him that Chanyeol hurt me. More or less in a physical way. I looked away from Kris, but I could still feel him staring at me. Kris sighed, "Tell me, Baekhyun. Or else I'm taking Chanyeol to the mental hospital. He's been acting weirder these past few days," I looked up suddenly. My tears fell quickly like a never ending river, "No! You can't take Chanyeol away!" Kris was growing angry with me. He's always hated Chanyeol and I have no idea why.

Suho rubbed Kris' arm, "Calm down. Baekkie must have a reason..." Suho looked at me. I felt a little better when Suho is around, "Chanyeol... He's very important to me. I don't think I can live without him," Suho and Kris stared at each other and then looked back at me. Suho knelt in front of me and held my hand. I was holding back on crying, it would make me seem weak to them.

Kris didn't talk. Suho stared at me, "Baekkie... Chanyeol seems really unstable with all this drinking and smoking. I don't think you should be too attached to him anymore," I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It's like they have given up on Chanyeol, throwing him out to the crazies in the mental hospital. I would never want that to happen. Chanyeol was always there for me, "No! I'm not going to let you give him to those people! They could hurt him..." Kris moved Suho away and picked me up by my collar, "Are you stupid! He's not the same Chanyeol anymore!"

~two hours later~

I was sitting on the couch. Chanyeol hasn't left the room at all. Lay waved his hand in front of me, "Are you alright? Your spacing out," I shook my head. I looked at Lay and smiled, "I was just worried about Chanyeol," everyone stared at me. Kyungsoo came out of the room. His face was pale and his eyes were wider than usual, "Chanyeol... He's not waking up. Baekhyun come here!" He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the room.

I entered the room, it was very cold and it always smells like nicotine and alcohol. I see Chanyeol laying on the bed. I walked closer to him, "Are you sure he's not just sleeping?" Kyungsoo poked Chanyeol and shook him. Nothing happened. I tried to wake him up by hitting him, "Chanyeol!" I screamed in his ear. Still nothing happened. Kyungsoo grabbed my arm, "It's no use Baekhyun. Chanyeol could be dead right now," I looked at the sleeping giant. I couldn't tell if he was breathing or not.

I looked around the room, then I checked under the bed to find a black box. I pulled it out and opened it. I was shocked to find a needle and heroine. I looked up a Kyungsoo, "Call the ambulance! Hurry!" He ran to get his phone. I looked over at Chanyeol. I could tell that he used this more than once. There were many small plastic bags in it and a few needles. I held Chanyeol's hand and cried, "Chanyeol why are you doing this... Are you planning to harm yourself until you die?" I squeezed his hand tighter.

I didn't let go. I couldn't. The others told me to go with Chanyeol to the hospital. I went with him, but when we reached the hospital they told me that I wasn't allowed in the room for a while. I wanted to know what they were talking about, so I put my ear to the door, "Doctor, I don't think Mr. Park Chanyeol should be around his friends and family anymore. If this doesn't get resolved then it will get worse for everyone," I heard the doctor sigh. I was holding back from barging into the door, "Mr. Park will be taken to either a mental hospital or to those houses that makes them go through the withdrawal treatment," I stopped listening on their conversation. They were going to take Chanyeol away and I can't let them.

Chanyeol is mine. No one can take away my Chanyeol.