I'm So Sick {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Prologue

Finally! I've been waiting for Wattpad to come back on so I can finally post this story at least a chapter or something.  I already have the first chapter but I'm going to wait a few days and post it up. I hope you like it! By the way, I've changed my mind AGAIN and made this some of my life style but not most. Some of these things happened, others didn't. Anywho, hope you had a great Christmas and New Years because I can't wait next year! Enjoy! On the side is Gabe! --> 

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Gabe gripped the bathroom sink and sighed deeply, closing his eyes. His mind flashed with the memory in his head. The blood, the screams, and more importantly his eyes. His fucking eyes. Gabe opened his eyes and saw blue eyes and that's when he lost it. He gripped his hair and slided on the bathroom wall, screaming and crying. He kicked the bathroom tub but he didn't care when the pain came. The only pain he felt was seeing him and screaming his name. Gabe covered his mouth, gulping his sadness and pain. He hugged himself and shut his eyes, rocking back and forth.

He thought it was a dream. No, he thought it was nightmare that didn't seem to end. He pinched multiple times but he still saw the dried blood on the floor. Gabe leaned his head on the wall and sighed, turning his head towards the sink. He saw a straight hanging off of the edge of the sink and his mind immediately went to action. Gabe quickly grabbed the straight and held it to his wrist. Before he could do anything, a voice came.

Do you want to do this?

Gabe closed his eyes again and saw him. His blue eyes not bright, his hands not holding onto Gabe's sleeve, his charming smile seemed dull and flat.

"Yes!" Gabe yelled and made the first cut. Then the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, and- he stopped counting after that. He just kept cutting and cutting, waiting for darkness to come but he always told Gabe that he was a strong little man. Strong. He didn't know what that meant anymore. He didn't know what things meant anymore.

Then the door opened and a man and a woman rushed in. The woman covered her mouth and screamed. The man eyes widen and rushed to Gabe, trying to pull the straight away from his hand. Gabe started to see the black dots and let go of the straight and let his arms fall to his side. The man grabbed Gabe’s head and placed it on his chest.

“Lucy call 911! Now!” The man yelled. The woman, Lucy, took out her phone with shaky hands. Gabe didn’t want her to call the cops. He wanted to be gone forever. The man started to whisper words in his ear but Gabe only heard his voice. “Stay awake, Gabe. Your mother would miss you. I would miss you. Please, oh god, Gabriel!”

Gabe finally shut his eyes and let the warm blood run down his arms. It felt good.

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“You’re awake.”

Gabe blinked blankly.

“Your parents were worried sick, Gabe.”

Gabe wanted to roll his eyes but his headache was killing him.

“You should be happy you’re alive.”

Gabe turned his attention to the doctor.

“Yay.”