Are we just friends ~ Scobby

Chapter 5

Scott Williams' Point of View

19th November 2023

I slammed my phone down, feeling a tear slip out of my eye. 'Nobody cares about you, you fucking bottle job of a player. Just kill yourself and everyone else would be happier.' is what I had gotten today. Bobby told me to tell him the next time I got one of those messages. He was talking with Josh at the moment, so I was alone in our room. He's in the final, so he has a game later today, against Luke Humphries who is seemingly unbeatable at the moment. I slowly stood up, wiping the tear away and composing myself. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. To my surprise, the two were just standing in the middle of the hallway, talking about something. Josh noticed my presence and  stopped talking. Though Rob didn't. "Rob... can we talk...?" I asked. Rob stopped talking and turned to me. "Not right now." Bobby said, turning back to Josh in the process. "But..." I said trying to get him to talk with me. "Not now!" he shouted at me. I flinched and took a step back. "S- sorry... I'll be there in a few minutes." Bobby said in a calm tone, apologising for unintentionally shouting at me. I want to talk now, not in a few minutes. I rushed back into the room and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I can't anymore... I can't... I grabbed a small knife and felt the tears roll down. I slit my left wrist wide open and afterwards a smaller one on the neck. I dropped down on the floor, not regretting having done this. Sorry Rob... I love you...

Rob Cross' Point of View

"I should probably go... something must have happened." I said feeling a bit concerned as he called me 'Rob' again. Josh nodded and I went over to our room. I closed the door behind me and went in. I felt confused and uncomfortable as I saw that Scott was not on the bed. I walked over to the bathroom. I knocked twice sensing an uneasy feeling in me. I looked down and my eyes widened in horror as I saw it. Blood pooling out from under the door. I felt fear take over as I flung the door open. There he lied, in a pool of blood. I felt tears stream down my face as I kneeled down next to the Bostonian. Blood flooding out of his wrist and neck. Just then I saw just how many cuts he had placed on his neck. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I quickly grabbed a towel and stopped him from bleeding out more. I put it on his neck, stopping the blood from continuing to flow out. I grabbed another and put it on his wrist, hoping it would just stop. Hoping that he'd survive. I could hear his distant breathing. Please be alright... I found some bandages quickly and then turned back to him. I quickly wiped my tears away and removed the towel on his wrist. I wiped some water over it and dried it again. I wrapped bandaged around it and turned to his neck. I did the same, but put band-aids on instead, not wanting to accedentily choke him. "Please... wake up..." I said, feeling the tears roll down again. His eyes flickered. My eyes widened as I saw his open slightly. We locked eyes. I felt a smile form on my face as I knew he was alright. "I love you Scott... please don't leave me." I said quietly. His eyes widened as I said those words. "W- what?" he asked, not believing it.