The Fear Of Falling Apart

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This is set two months after the previous chapter, so it's March. Tanith's court trial is in two weeks.

I keep making things worse and worse don't I. Sorry in advance frens

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT

Fin's POV

It all happened so fast.

Pete told me he was gonna use the bathroom, so I jut dismissed it and returned to my stupid game. And after a couple of rounds of Angry Birds I got up to find him. I wanted to go for a drive and get some air.

I knocked on the bathroom door. "Pete?"

There was no response.

So I tried to stay calm, because freaking out wouldn't solve anything right? So I told him I was coming in and tried to open the handle. But the door wouldn't open.

Everything was a blur. I banged on the door and kicked at it, but I wasn't strong enough to do anything. I called Patrick, prying he could help.

"Hey Fin, what's up?"

"P-atrick h-help me please!" I choked, my body filled with panic.
"Calm down." He told me carefully. "What's wrong?"

"P-Pete's in-in the ba-throom and the d-oor won't o-open!" I stutter.

"Okay, just stay calm okay?" He tells me, and I can hear some noise in the background.

"I want you to go and get a bread and butter knife from the kitchen." He tells me, and I rush to do as he says.

"Okay, put the end of the blade into the little slot and twist it."

I do as he says and the lock clicks. I drop my phone and push open the door. Sobs begin to rack my body instantly as I see the scene laid out before me. Pete's lying on the floor unconscious in a pool of his own blood, deep gashes covering his wrists. Multiple razor's are strewn across the floor, but I don't take notice of them as I drop to my knees by his side.

"Pete?" I ask him through my tears, shaking him. "Pete wake up!"
I'm hysterical by this point, and I can feel the razor digging into my knee, but I don't care.

"Pete!" I scream at him, trying to shake him awake. His body is limp in my arms.

I hear the front door burst open and Patrick's worried calls as he run up the stairs, but he stops as soon as he reaches the doorway.
For a full second everything is frozen . But as soon as it's over Patrick springs into action.

I vaugly recall Patrick trying to calm me down and calling the ambulance, and I remember them pulling me into the hall and away from my dad.
I screamed my protests, but they wouldn't let me go back to his side. They loaded him into a stretcher, carefully but quickly transporting him downstairs and into the ambulance.

So her I am now, sitting in the hospital waiting room, staring blankly at the wall. I don't know what happened to Pete. I don't know why he did this, and I can only pray he's going to pull through.

Everyone came, but nobody dares to approach me other then Tanith and Patrick, and even then I think they've figured that I'm unresponsive. I just need to be alone for now. But it's good to know that Pete has so many people who care for him.

Pete.

His blood is still on my hands.

A fresh lot of tears make their way down my face as I feel the pain. I can't fix this.

It just happened so fast.

PLEASE DONT HURT ME

Ok so a little shorter then usual but this is setting shit up for later ok cool

I hope everyone read this with care <3 take care of yourselves, okay?