•Love of my life• Steddie fanfic

Scared

I've decided this story needs more angst so that's what I'm gonna do🥰
TW: cutting, suicide, blood, eating disorder maybe more idk
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Eddie woke up at around midnight and walked downstairs to the kitchen. He looked in the living room and there were no kids or anyone. Guess they went home. He shrugged it off and got a bottle of beer before walking back up to his room. Why'd he randomly start feeling like this? He didn't know. Walked to his bathroom and opened the bottle with the countertop. He chugged about half of it and then sat on the floor with his back against the door. He opened the cabinet under the sink and got a razor out. After a few minutes of struggling he got the blades out of it and stared at it, not aware of what he was doing.

He put the blade against his forearm and dragged it, a red line appearing a few seconds after. He did that three times on each arm. He sat there and let the blood drip onto the floor and his sweatpants. He looked down and finally registered what he did. He stood up, shaking, and opened the door. He walked out his room blood dripping as he walked, leaving a trail behind him. He opened Steve's door and to his luck Steve was only about to doze off.

He sat up and look at the boy confused, "Eddie?"

"I'm sorry Steve" he said in a quiet voice, tears flowing.

"Wha-" he looked down Eddie's body and saw it. There was blood everywhere. He stood up and walked over to his boyfriend.

"Come on love we're gonna get help you just gotta stay with me" he picked Eddie up, Eddie wrapping his legs around Steve, and walked down to the kitchen, grabbing two rags and wetting them. He walked to the door and slipped on his vans, quickly grabbing his keys and rushing out the door.

He put Eddie in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt. He put the cloths on his boyfriend's arms and shut the door. He quickly walked to the other side of the car and got in, buckling up and started the engine. He backed out the driveway and looked at Eddie after he was going down the road.

"I-I'm scared"

"It's gonna be okay love" he put his hand in Eddie's and intertwined their fingers.

"I don't want to leave you"

"And you're not going too. I'm gonna ask you questions and I need you to answer with words, okay?"

"Okay"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Red"

"How about your favorite band?"

"That's a tough one.. Black Sabbath"

"What's your favorite song by them"

"P-Paranoid"

"Okay how about your favorite song just in general"

"Friday I'm in Love by The Cure"

"And why is that"

"...I-I fell for you...on a F-Friday.." his eyes closed and his hand went limp in Steve's.

"Fuck! Eddie! Baby come on!"

Steve started crying and everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Steve let go of Eddie's hand and sped up. About 5 minutes later he was at the entrance of the hospital. He put the car in park and took the keys out, getting out and running to the other side. He opened the door and checked Eddie's pulse. It was there, barely. He unbuckled the seatbelt and pulled him out the car, carrying him into the building bridal style.

"I need help!"

A nurse and doctor rushed over and lead him to a room. Steve laid Eddie down and stepped back.