TW~ Self-Harm
It had been a week since Xavier and Lucas started dating, and things were great. But at home, things had gotten worse—the abuse, the name-calling, being threatened to get kicked out. It was starting to become too much.
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Xavier was in his room, scrolling through TikTok; it had become his escape from the surrounding chaos. He had been thinking for the past two days about just moving out and going to the treehouse, so he decided to text Lucas and ask him what he thought about it.
~Text~
XavierSET_IT_OFF2008: "Hey baby, I need your opinion about something important."
Lucas The Emo Kid: "Sure, babe, what's up?"
XavierSET_IT_OFF2008: "I'm thinking about moving into the treehouse, and I was hoping you'd come with me."
LucasTheEmoKid: "Dew it, and I'd love that. When do you plan on packing?"
XavierSET_IT_OFF2008: "When my parents go on their business trip tomorrow."
LucasTheEmoKid: "Okay, hon, I'll start packing tonight, I love you, ttys <3"
XavierSET_IT_OFF2008: "I love you too, baby, ttys <3"
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Xavier put his phone on his bedside table and got up, heading downstairs to the kitchen and making himself a bowl of his favorite cereal, "Lucky Charms". He headed back up to his room and ate as he looked around to see what he wanted to take. "Maybe just my clothes and the gifts Lucas got me," he thought to himself. Once he was done with his breakfast, he set the bowl on the bedside table. He sat there, and he felt his mood heighten and his eyes became heavy. This feeling always came over him after breakfast. He soon fell asleep, as he always did when this feeling came.
He soon woke up from his nap and Xavier was left with his thoughts, and he started getting very depressed. He got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and felt disgusted with himself. Why didn't his parents love him? Why did they hate him so much? He was nothing more than a good kid. He began crying and reached into the medicine cabinet to grab a razor blade. He felt even more defeated because he had kept himself from cutting for 5 months now, but he just couldn't take it anymore.
He pressed the blade against his wrist and began to deeply cut. Tears fell from his eyes, and he became more dizzy each time he cut. His vision started getting blurry, and eventually, it went black, and he fainted from the blood loss.
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~Lucas's POV~
I was lying in bed going through Xavier and I's pictures, but suddenly I started getting this feeling in my stomach, and it made me feel uneasy. I get up from my bed and slip some shoes on. I head downstairs and straight out the front door to my car.
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Lucas arrived at Xavier's house, He got out of his car and ran to the door. He attempted to gain entry but was unsuccessful.
This is when Lucas decides to contact the cops.
911 Op: 911, what's your emergency?
Lucas: Hi, I have a reason to believe my boyfriend is in some type of danger. I did try to gain entry into his home, but the door was locked.
911 Op: So would you like to request a wellness check?
Lucas: Yes, ma'am, please, I'm really worried
911 Op: Alright, what's his name and home address, so we can send an officer over ASAP?
Lucas gives the officer the information she needs.
5 minutes later
A cop car pulls up to the house and he gets out. "Are you the young gentleman who called?"
"Yes, sir," Lucas said with a worried smile.
The officer wasted no time and began to try entering but to no avail.
"Do you know of any other ways to get in?" The officer asked Lucas.
Lucas was thinking, then remembered a way to get in. "The window! His window is always open."
The officer and Lucas made their way to the side of the house, and as expected, the ladder was there and his window was open. The officer made his way up the ladder and into Xavier's room, and Lucas followed behind.
(Yes yes I know I'm ending it on a cliffhanger, but it'll be worth it, this chapter is getting a bit long lol)
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Help (A Story About Depression)
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