All Because a Pack of Cigarettes (boyxboy)

Chapter 9: The Events Afterwards

Author's Note: heyo. So I know I already used this song but I think personally it works well with the chapter. No one yet has answered how to get gifs on mobile so you're stuck with a picture. Sorry guys. Ps. This'll be a sad chapter. Please enjoy.
Xoxo, Kyle.
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Nich's PoV: After who knows how long, I sat up not looking at Aleczander, and wiped my face. "I need to go." I told him quietly.

"O-oh okay. I'll go clean up breakfast then." His face dropped immediately. He turned and walked out of the room before I could say anything.

Do it today Nicholas. Today is the day. The voice told me. I nodded to myself in agreement. Today would be the day.

I walked downstairs with my bag and my head down in shame. I wouldn't look at him, couldn't let myself. Not after just up and leaving.

"U-um, let me get the keys and I'll take you back." He said quietly as he ran out the room.

He doesn't even want to be in the same room with you. You are so worthless. Useless. And he will never love someone as broken, and as disgusting as you. My eyes started to water as I heard what the voice said.

His foot steps sounded from behind me. "Okay ready to g- hey what's wrong??" He took a step towards me.

I took a step back and shook my head. "Everything is f-f-fine Aleczander." I told him quietly. Mostly trying to convince myself that.

He sighed quietly and walked towards the door. "Come on." He said in a stone cold voice.

I heard the door open and his footsteps got farther and farther away. I wiped my tears away and walked to the door, stepping out the house and shutting it.

He had already started the car and put his seatbelt on, angrily tapping the steering wheel.

I opened the door as quietly as I possibly could and sat down quickly and quietly. I put my bag in my lap and put my face in on my bag.

"Put your seatbelt on." He snapped at me, not even looking at me.

I nodded quickly and sat up, putting my seatbelt on and picking at my hands.

He pulled out into the road and sped down it.

I didn't even know what to say. But apparently my brain formed words for me, "I-I-I'm s-so sorry."

He just shook his head and turned up the radio, My Chemical Romance playing loudly.

I looked out the window for who knows how long before I heard my name being yelled. My head snapped towards him and he nodded to my window. We were at my house. I nodded slightly and sighed.

He finally unlocked the doors, signalling me to leave. Before I could do anything, he said, "I'm sorry too Nicholas."

I stared at him for a moment before opening the door. I murmured a goodbye before shutting the door and pulled my bad on. I walked away from one of the few things that felt right.

There was a note on the door: I'll be gone for a few weeks, maybe months. Don't die.

I laughed to myself and took the note down. I heard his car speed away as I unlocked and opened the front door.

The lights were off and there was no sound. It was really cold in the house, but I loved it.

Suddenly, I remembered what I needed to do tonight. I ran upstairs and started to prepare, even though it was only around noon. I plugged in my phone to my speakers, needing it to be loud. I hated when it was quite, the voices would get louder. My Chemical Romance blasted from the speakers yet again.

So give me all your poison. And give me all your pills. Give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. You're running after something that you'll never kill.

I took a breath before cleaning my room until it was spotless. I decided I would take one last nap before my final rest, seeing as I didn't get much sleep last night. I drifted off to the sound of music, (yes I laughed at my own musical reference leave me alone) and thinking about how later tonight, I will finally be free.

Five hours later.

I woke up with my music still playing and the house still dark. I stumbled into the kitchen to get a drink before making my last and final meal. I had no clue where I threw my phone earlier and was too out of it to look for it now.

As I drank my water, I thought of him. I thought of how I'd never be good enough for him, and how this will be good for the both of us. I also thought of how beautiful he is, everything about him, not just his appearance.

I ran upstairs after I finished my drink and saw it was almost six in the evening. I looked for my phone for around thirty minutes before finally finding it in my bag. I stopped for a moment. I sifted through it before finding the other thing I was looking for, my sweater that I had this morning.

It still smelled like him. Oh god. He is going to be the death of me and there was nothing I could- wait... He won't. I will.

I raised my sweater to my face before inhaling deeply. You're such a freak. I removed the sweater almost robotically and gently tugged it on. I can't wait until later. I turned on my phone expecting to see nothing but I was surprised.

25 new messages
10 missed calls

I swore to myself before checking who they were from. A couple were from Lizzie, but all the calls and almost all of the messages were from Aleczander. I opened the oldest one.

Aleczander: Hey look, I'm really sorry about snapping. I was just upset that you wanted to leave so soon and I had made stuff for you and just ugh. I promise I'm not trying to guilt trip you or anything. I just didn't want you gone. I'm really sorry though.

I sniffed and rubbed my nose, closing that one and opening his last message.

Aleczander: GOD WOULD YOU FUCKING ANSWER NICHOLAS??!!! LOOK I KNOW YOU MIGHT BE MAD BUT JESUS CHRIST YOU COULD AT LEAST TELL ME YOU ARE ALIVE!!!!

I wiped under my eyes and sat my phone down. It's time kid. The voice told me. I nodded and got up, robotically. I walked to the bathroom after making my bed and opening the cabinet. I pulled out any pill bottles I could find with pills in them and walked back to my room. I shut the door and locked it, just for precaution.

They were exactly where I left them; in a box under the box spring where the hole was.

I grabbed the box, opening it and looking into it.

There they were, six beautiful, metal blades, begging to be used. I picked one up and sat it next to the bottles.

You know what you have to do kid. Just do it. We believe in you. Even when everyone left you. Even after what happened last year. We were here for you. We know what's best. We only want what's best for you. The voices told me.

I nodded and opened the pills. I took a breath and started taking them, by the time I finished three bottles, I was feeling pretty out of it. I picked up the razor and began to cut my wrist on every inch of skin there was. I felt the tears falling, but I didn't feel anything. When both arms were bloody and I could barely keep my eyes open, I took one more bottle, just for the hope it works this time.

The last thing I remember before it all going black, was my door being kicked in, my name being yelled, and someone pulling me to them.

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Author's Note: so that happened. Appy polly loggies, really. But I feel like we all knew it was going to head to this place eventually. But I hope you enjoyed. Please vote, comment, share, etc.
Have a day.
Xoxo, Kyle.