The boys angst

3. Eddie x Juicy 💔

This is an angst chapter that involves self harm, suicide, a gun, and other angst shit.
(Nobody gets shot don't worry)
If you are hurting or struggling in any way, my DM's are always open.
I want you to do something for me, go to the first mirror you see, and out loud, I want you to tell yourself the truth.
Repeat these words over and over again until you believe them to be just as true as they are.

You are loved.

You are enough.

You are important.

You are beautiful.

You will never be a burden.

You don't need the approval of others.

Eddie's POV

I was running up the stairs as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was going, but part of me knew where I was, it was an oddly familiar place, a place that made me feel sick and anxious. I continued to run, not at all in control of my own body.

The closer I got to my destination, the more anxious and scared I felt, and I started to realize where I was, and something clicked.

I had been here before.

I made it to the top of the stairs and opened the door in front of me, and I looked at the view after my eyes adjusted to the bright sun of what seemed to be a late afternoon.

I realized I was on the roof of my old school, and all I could hear were people screaming, and all I saw was someone in front of me, and once my vision cleared all the way, then, I realized the person they were screaming at was my best friend, who left a long time ago.

He was standing at the edge of the building and I stood still, completely in shock, unable to speak or move.

My friend turned around to face me, he was wearing a sad smile, and his eyes were filled with nothing but sadness, pain and tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Eddie, I can't take it anymore." He sobbed, quickly wiping his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, which was already damp from tears.

No matter how hard I tried, to speak, to move, to do anything, I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't look away, all I could do was watch with tears in my eyes, as my best friend turned around.

"Just don't blame yourself, okay?" He said, that was the last thing he said to me before he let out a shaky and deep sigh, and stepped off the building.

I woke up sweating and screaming the name of a friend I had lost a long time ago, and I sighed once I realized the dream was over, my breath was shaking.

"They've never been so vivid before." I mumbled to myself, bringing my hands to my face to wipe the tiredness from them, and I only realized I was crying once I felt wet traces of tears on my face.

I looked up at the ceiling of the guest room I was staying in at Juicy's place for the night, and laid back down on my bed, trying to calm myself down.

"I'm so sorry Andrew, it's all my fault." I mumbled, scratching at my forearm, the bandages had come loose, and the cuts opened up while I was sleeping.

I winced painfully and stood up, grabbing fresh bandages that I brought with me from my house, and wrapping my arm again, I was only half finished when I heard a panicked knock on my door.