Can He Save Me?

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It's fall, I never made that clear
Third person

Sting was walking down the street to Rogue's house. His hand in his pockets and the leaves crushing under his converse. "Damn it. Why didn't I drive?" Sting asked himself. "Right, Laxus took the car." He continued walking and when he made it to the house the lights were on, besides Rogue's bedroom light. Sting walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. He heard someone walk up stairs and a door slam. Then the door opened to reveal a bedridden Moon. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair was a mess, and her clothes were a baggy Fall out boy sweatshirt and boyfriend jeans. "Evening." Sting said while holding back his laughter. "Anger management classes took longer than expected. What'd you want?" Moon asked with a tired voice.

"Is Rogue here?" Sting asked. "He left to get groceries, should be back in five minutes. Come on in." Moon held the door open for him. Sting walked in and sat down in the couch. "You left a sweatshirt in Rogue's bathroom." Moon called from the kitchen. "Okay, I'll go get it." Sting said and walked to Rogue's bathroom. He opened the door and started looking around for the blue hoodie. He check the hamper, nope. He checked the cabinets, nope. It came time Sting checked the fucking mirror. He opened it up and what he saw brought tears to his eyes.

Pills, rope, and a knife. All unused. But what made his heart break the most, was the bloody razor. It wasn't just from shaving, Sting knew that. "W-what the hell?" He grabbed the razor and saw all the blood. Sting looked at all the other stuff and started crying. He walked down the stairs with all the stuff. Moon turned around and saw all the stuff. "W-what's that?" She asked shakily. "I found this in Rogue's bathroom. Did you know about this?" Sting asked with gritted teeth. "No...oh my god....Rogue is suicidal." Moon started crying and fell to the ground.

"I'm...a....terrible.......s-sister!" Moon yelled between her sobs. "How could we not know about this?" Sting sat down next to Moon and rubbed her back. "We have to pretend like we don't know, okay?" Moon said and looked at me. "Right." I nodded and stood up. Moon wiped her eyes and went back to doing whatever she's doing. "Sit down on the couch and watch TV." Moon ordered Sting. He sat down and watched TV.

Later, Rogue came home with five bags of groceries. "Yo, I'm ho-Sting?" Rogue walked over to his boyfriend. "Yo, babe." Sting said not taking his eyes off of the TV. "Moon, here's the milk." Rogue turned around and saw Moon's red eyes. "Have you've been crying?!" He yelled and Sting swiftly gave Moon a look saying, "fuck! Make an excuse...NOW!". "Um...I..um...dropped a laundry basket full of clothes on my toes." After that Sting mouthed 'what the hell was that?' "Seeing you've done that three times before I'm going to believe that." Rogue chuckled. "Okay, I'm taking a shower. Nice seeing you, Sting." He kissed Sting and smiled at Moon. They both waited till they heard the door slam before rummaging through the bags.

"Milk...apples....cookies....bleach..bleach." Sting pulled out a small bottle of bleach. "We don't use that kind of stuff." Moon grabbed it and inspected it. "But, you wouldn't use this for suicidal pleasure, this'll kill you immediately."

"Wow, wow, wow, suicidal pleasure?" Sting interrupted. "If he wanted to really be dead he would by now." She said in a 'duh' tone. "Moon!" Sting and Moon scrambled to shove the bleach into the bag. Rogue walked down the stairs without a shirt and a towel. "How come my bathroom is a total wreck?" He looked pretty angry. "Sting, mind telling your boyfriend?" Moon smirked and shivers went down Sting's back. "Searching for my hoodie." Rogue sighed and walked up the stairs. "Pact? Never bring this up to anyone, not even between ourselves!"

"Got it!" Sting held his hand out to Moon. "Deal?" He asked. "Deal." Moon grabbed Sting's hand. "Never tell."