Growing up (Get Scared Fanfic)

What's Going on, Nick?

Lloyd's pov.

I don't really like the way things were yesterday. I pretty much tricked Nick in to having to eat and having to be around other people. That was screwed up and I regret every moment of it. He looked really upset when we left and I can't help but feel like it was my fault. I need to apologize for what I did. I was trying to help him out, but I think I took the wrong approach.

I brushed my hair out and brushed my teeth. Then put on my black high top converse with white laces and edges. I walked outside, noticing the dark clouds above me. It's gonna down pour at any moment. There was a soft breeze that quickly became raging wind. Jesus, this looks like the setting in movies when some one just died. I felt a drop of water tap my nose. I looked up at the grey sky as more rain began to fall. I started running. 

Running did nothing. By the time I got to Nick's house, I was drenched. I rang the doorbell, then a few seconds later Nick's mom opened the door. 

"Oh hello Bradley," she greeted happily, "What are you doing in the rain?"

"I just wanted to talk to Nicholas about something. Is he here?"

"Yes. He hasn't come down today, though. I bet he's just sleeping in today," she laughed.

"Oh, should I come back later?" I asked.

"Nonsense it's pouring out there. Here I'll call him down for you," she said. She stood by the staircase and called out his name a few times. There was no response. 

It's already weird enough that Nick is asleep at 1 in the afternoon, but him not even yelling back is making me even more uneasy. Maybe he just has his music turned up a bit too loud and can't hear her. Maybe he just doesn't want to come down in fears of having to go do something he doesn't want to. Or he's actually just asleep. Maybe he's dead and he's hanging by the neck before an audience of death. Whoa there, that escalated quickly. 

We waited a few minutes, but there was nothing. What's going on, Nick? Please be okay.

Nick's pov.

I laid in my bed wrapped in the covers as I heard my name being yelled from downstairs. 

I fell asleep. The one time I need to stay up, I fucking fall asleep. I couldn't go through with it again! I can't even kill myself correctly. This could've been my chance to be free from this, but no. I had to be my stupid self and drift into a deep sleep that I didn't wake up from until 5 minutes ago.

I felt tears leave my eyes and slide down my cheeks. I don't want to go downstairs. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to leave this bed today. I just want to sleep...forever. I took in a deep, choppy breath. My stomach growled at me to eat. My chest tightened from the anxiety and depressive feelings engulfing me. 

I heard a knock at my door, but I didn't answer, hoping whoever was on the other side would think I'm asleep and leave me alone. He/she knocked again. 

"Nicholas?" it's my mom. I stayed quiet. The door creaked open. I closed my eyes, trying to fake being asleep. She came to my side and tapped my shoulder, whispering my name. I opened my eyes. "Bradley is here. He wants to talk to you."

No. Not now. Not today. Why now, and why today? I just want to be left alone to rot. "okay," I mumbled. She rubbed my back and then left. I stayed in bed for another minute then decided to be nice and not lock myself in my room. 

I changed into my regular attire, then went to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. My hair flopped into it's usual position. Only two more weeks and it'll be black. I looked into the mirror, raising my short sleeve over my shoulder. The scars were deep and still a bright red. I pulled down on my shirt collar and stared at the cuts on my chest. When are these gonna go away?