Be More Chill-SMG34 story

Chapter 5-Trying to help

TW: Angst, violence, Panic attack, Blood, suicide mentions

      The bathroom was cold and quiet. While everyone was partying in the living room, SMG4 thought he would take a bit of a break. He looked at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, until he noticed someone in the corner of the room.
    "SMG3...? What are you doing here? I didn't know you were invited!"
    "I wasn't. That's why I'm hiding. I knew you were invited but...I just had to wait for a good moment to talk to you." SMG3 fidgeted with his fingers anxiously. "I really feel like the squip isn't a good idea. Do you know how much you are risking? I don't know...maybe your sanity?!" SMG3 seemed upset and nervous.
    "What do you mean?"
     "I talked to a guy last night, and his brother took a squip."
  "What about it?" SMG4 crossed his arms.
    "He's now in a mental hospital." SMG4 seemed taken aback by that.
   "Well then I'll have no problem with mine. My squip is perfect-"
   "He went crazy trying to get it out!! I cant have you end up in a mental hospital, or worse, ending up killing yourself to try and get them out. Please, SMG4. Just listen to me for once!"

SMG4 sighed.
   "Listen. My life is perfect. It's been perfect ever since I took that squip, and I think you made all that shit up, wether it be your friends brothers whatever made him go insane trying to get it out, or any other thing you explained to me. I'm not up for your bullshit anymore, SMG3. Get the hell out of my way."
   "And if I don't?! I'm only trying to keep you safe!!"
    "You'll keep me safe by LEAVING ME ALONE!!" SMG4 punched SMG3 right on his nose, then slapped him on the cheek. He then pushed SMG3 to the bathroom floor.

"This is for your own good, SMG3. Goodbye."

SMG4 then slammed the bathroom door shut, leaving SMG3 slightly bleeding in the bathroom.

After a few minutes, he got up and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked horrible. Why did he even bother trying to help SMG4? He's too stubborn for his own good anyways.

He then faced the door. He was debating on leaving and making himself known to all the drunk teens out there or he could rot in the bathroom by himself. He'd kind of wanted to die at that point. He lost his best friend, his moms gone and his dad's being a bitch, so there's nothing else really to live for. He didn't understand why everything was happening so fast. He loses his best friend and then he gets clocked right in the nose. Man, his life really sucked. He looked in the mirror again, and he began to tear up. He only wanted to help, but this is what happens when you talk to the wrong person at the wrong time. He sighed and sat on the bathroom floor. There'll be lots of drama once everyone wakes up and finds a huge puddle of blood on the floor. It's only a matter of time, though.

  SMG4 walked back to the dining room, and he continued to watch all of the drunk teenagers throw solo cups at eachother. Mario was screaming about trying to find some Mountain Dew red.
"SERIOUSLY WHERE THE FUCK CAN I GET SOME MOUNTAIN DEW RED?!?!" He was pacing around the house desperately. SMG4 paid no attention to him, however. He wasn't concerned. He's probably drunk like everyone else. SMG4 stared at his fingers and knuckles which were still bloody. He groaned. He didn't know what he was going to do now.

He seemed a little anxious, too. Cups of beer, wine, vodka, and an assortment of alcohol were spilled all over the counter and floor. A part of him wanted to leave but another part of him wanted to be cool like the other kids. He then thought about what happened in the bathroom. Should he really have punched SMG3? What if he was right? He wasn't the only one who has taken a squip, after all. He'll talk to Three tomorrow and sort out the situation.
    "SMG4...something is troubling you. What's wrong?" The squip sat next to SMG4 at the counter.
   "Well..."
   "Let me guess. You found SMG3 in the bathroom and he tried to explain to you that squips are bad but you didn't want to listen to him so you instead clocked him in the nose, making him bleed everywhere?"
   "I-....yeah. I don't know what to do now. Should I feel bad?
   "No. He was wrong about everything. We're only here to help. I'm here to help." The squip patted SMG4's back.

     SMG3 started to breathe heavily, and he backed up to the wall, trying to slow his heartbeat down. He laid against the wall and he started to scream to himself. He was really pissed off, sad, and many other emotions at the same time. Everything is just so wrong. His friend, his dad, even himself. He needed help. He needed someone. It's not safe. We're not safe. I'M NOT SAFE.

SMG3 felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
Blood.
Holy fuck what did he do....

"Somethings off, SMG4..."
   "What's wrong?"
  "Mario plans to burn the house down to try and get rid of his squip. We need to get you home now." The squip grabbed SMG4's wrist and started to run out of the house.
  "Yooo...SMG4..!!! Wheeerreee arrree you goooiinnnggg??? Party's just startinggggg......" Bob started.
  "My dad needs me home...."
    "Pshh....whaaaattteeevaaa!!!" This dude is hella drunk. SMG4 started the car and drove off, and the squip sat in the passenger seat...wearing a seatbelt.
   "Dude...you phase through things. You don't have to wear a seatbelt."
"Safety first, SMG4." They gave a thumbs up as they looked out of the car window.

    SMG3 heard everyone screaming, and then he could hear the sounds of fire. He may not have been too awake, but he was damn sure there was a fire. He started to run out of the house before everyone else.
   "Whooo....arreee yooouuu....???" Saiko asked. She was drunk.
    "That's none of your concern. Get home now. There's a fire." SMG3 held his stomach to prevent the bleeding. He was unsure of what he did to himself but he knew damn well he probably tried to off himself right then and there...if he remembered correctly. He wasn't drunk, so he could pretty much drive home. He started the car and drove off. He turned on some music to lighten the mood, as well. Although, it was hard to lighten the mood when a house is on fire and you literally just stabbed yourself with god knows what. He sighed deeply. This was for sure going to be on the news tomorrow, and he was hoping he wouldn't be included in the list of high schoolers attending, otherwise his dad would kill him.