Fixing Broken Hearts

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Warnings:
-Throwing up

Tristan's POV

I had a hard time forgiving Elliot for what he did to me, but when I realised what state he was in, I stopped taking it personally. I realised how incredibly deep he slipped away and saw so much hopelessness in his eyes that I also figured he didn't want this himself.

Apparently, he became so addicted to drugs that he was shaking severely in his hospital bed and cried as he begged for drugs. I really wanted to be there for him, but it had been too difficult for me to see and Clay decided to stay with him because he knew from a previous addiction how difficult it was.

I was sitting in the hallway while Elliot had his millionth anger outburst. He was screaming, hitting walls and likely Clay, throwing stuff through the room and insulted everyone he could think of.

'ELLIOT, sit down NOW,' Clay suddenly screamed. 'If you're not going to calm down right now, I'm leaving this room. I know this isn't the right approach when someone is angry, but you've been screaming at me for an hour and I have boundaries as well.'

I wasn't sure what was happening, but Clay sighed hopelessly and gulped so loudly I could hear it through the wall.

'Elliot, stop hurting yourself and sit down...'

'No, I don't want to be here!' he screamed out. 'LET ME GO! I'M GOING HOME!'

Suddenly, his door opened and Clay stormed out, slamming it behind him. He walked up to me and sat down on the bench with tears in his eyes, showing me a bleeding scratch.

'I can't do this anymore, Tristan. I'm really trying, but he doesn't care and just wants to leave. I would never say such a thing, but maybe we should let him make his own choices. I'm afraid we can't protect him anymore...'

I nodded slowly. 'I'm afraid you're right. It doesn't even help, he's going to run away either way and I don't know how to stop him from going.'

'Me neither...' Clay whispered. 'It hurts me so much to see him like this. He's so thin and looks like he could be dead, he probably had more than one sex partner...'

'I don't recognise the boy I once loved...'

~ A Few Days Later ~

I was poking my fork into the meat on my plate, severe nausea making it easier to starve myself. I could feel Clay and my parents' eyes on my face, but didn't bother and refused to look up.

'Honey, I know how much you're going through right now,' my mother started. 'But you've been eating so little and dad and I have decided to make you follow a meal plan. We understand how difficult it is since Elliot left again, but I don't want to lose you as well, love.'

'I just can't eat right now,' I replied, standing up from the table. 'I won't follow a meal plan either, I'm fine. Focus on your own food.'

I stormed off and ran to my room from frustration, slamming the door behind me as I grabbed my phone again. I went to Elliot's chat for the millionth time today with tears rolling down my face.

You
please come back, I can't take it anymore without you

!! throwing up !!

I threw my phone to the side of my bed and gulped as the nausea became even worse. I jumped back up and ran to the bathroom, kneeling down in front of the toilet as I panted.

It didn't take long for me to throw up, the third time today due to the insane stress. I knew Elliot made himself sick on purpose, but I had never done such a thing and each time I threw up, I was so stressed that my body shut down.