Lost in all the city lights (Ricky horror)

Its my party and il die when I want to.

Wednesdays P.O.V

I am furious.
Since I'm not family they won't tell me anything but what's left of Ricky's family disowned him and his parents well, they are dead. I just want to know if he is okay. I call Chris telling him that Ricky's in hospital and il explain everything when he get here just to be alone first.

The waiting room walls are so ugly, a yellow and green combination with posters of car crashes and alcohol trying to convince you not to drink and drive. My mind wanders off into dark places, I can't help but spiral deeper and deeper into this hole.
I look up and to my surprise Chris is all ready here, and it looks like he's been crying.

"Where is he, is he okay, oh god did he try again?"Chris says frantically running his hands through his hair.
"I don't know what happened. We were at his place and he stood up then fell. He hit his head, it bled pretty bad too" unzipping my hoodie to show Chris the blood stains on my shirt. What did he mean by try again. Before I knew Chris pulled me in for a hug, I didn't even realise I was crying, to be fair I hadn't stopped crying since we left the house.

With my head pressed to Chris' chest. A nurse walks over to us.

"Hello you two must be here for a Richard Olsen?" She probably guessed since we don't exactly look like
the normal visitors, we look more like we want to sneak into the morgue.
"Yes we are here for Ricky" I say in a stern tone  since she wouldn't tell me anything.
"I'm Ricky's brother, our parents died and I'm the only family he has, what's going on?" Chris says looking at me raising an eyebrow meaning to go along with it.
"Well Richards lack of sleep has effected him very badly, due to this his body has shutdown temporarily." I start crying even harder and Chris pulls me in so I can cry on his chest.
"What do you mean shutdown?" Chris says holding back tears, his voice shaky. Maybe Chris wasn't a blood relative but they were definitely brothers, they grew up together.
"His body has put himself into a self induced coma, we don't know when he will come out of it but his body is re-charging, however if his body neglects the energy. I'm sorry to say he might not wake up"  I suddenly can't breathe, my throat is tightening. I can't comprehend what I'm hearing. Then nurse walks away to let us process the information she had given.

I look up at Chris, who is in complete shock. Tears streaming down his face. The nurses wanders back over, "if you would like to see him, follow me" I look up at Chris and give him a very weak smile.

The hospital feels like a maze so many corridors, so many rooms each filled with a corpse, the corners and colours all the same, a maze of mirrors almost.
87c, Ricky's room number.

"Here he is, il just leave you two with him. His anything happens just press the button on the wall up there" she said giving us a weak smile almost like she didn't care, like he was just another number on a file. I hated it.
Walking into the room Chris sits on one side of the bed on the chair and I sit in the other side. Ricky's scent is more powerful than the overwhelming hospital scent of cheap cleaning products and and death. Instead the smell of cologne and cigarettes spilled through the small room, a smell I was slowly falling in love with. Ricky has wire connected to his arms and has an oxygen mask on. This was a sight for my worst nightmares.

I look over at Chris who is staring at Ricky's closed eyes, he's holding his hand but you can still he how bad Chris is shaking, through the tough exterior, Chris was actually a really emotional guy however he wasn't the best at controlling them but he's only human.

"Chris?" I say softly
"Yeah?" He replies not breaking contact with Ricky's face.
"What did you mean when you said did he try again?" I say, that phrase has wrapped my brain since Chris said it.
"Well a few years after Ricky's parents had the em accident. It was his sisters birthday and Ricky hated celebrating without his parents. Ricky had only just turned 16 at the time but he stole a lot of alcohol and got drunk at the get together his care takers organised to let him see his sister. Ricky got really depressed at the party and tried to kill him self. I was the person to find him the next morning. The party was at his care home and his sister was coming round for a few hours to see Ricky but Ricky took pills, a lot of them, 5 bottles to be exact. He must have taken them during the night." I had no idea, Chris looked down at Ricky's arms. I had never noticed before.

The large gash wounds, that must have been a failed attempt.
"Chris I'm so sorry, I never knew about this" I start crying again. The toughest man I know is sitting across from me sobbing. I stand up and drag my seat round next to Chris and hug him. I'm so much smaller than Chris so I'm kinda just hugging his arm.
"Wait, why were you at Ricky's, I mean it only happened an hour ago but it's almost one in the morning?" Chris says to me wiggling his drawn on eyebrows, trying to lighten to mood. I can trust Chris. Ricky surely does so I better tell him,

"We have been keeping a secret from you guys, Ricky and I" he looks at me.
"We know you guys have been making flirty eyes at each other and you do everything together, it's not hard to notice" Chris says.
"Well on the first night I came out with all of you guys me and Ricky kissed and we have been planning different ways that we can meet up with out you guys knowing, I really like Ricky and I feel like I'm this too quickly but I'm slowly falling in love with him" I say to Chris blushing at how cringy that sounded. I'm not good at talking about this stuff. "I just don't want everyone knowing yet, that's why we haven't told you guys, I told ash and Ricky told ghost but that it really."
"Well me and the rest of the guys and ash all think you too go really well together, Ricky has seemed more chirpy and happy since you moved here, we all have." I blush even more,
"I know I've only been in the group for a short time but you guys are like family to me, so much better than the family I have in my house speaking of, should we not go and call the guys and tell them that happened, il go call ghost and Ryan and get them to pick everyone up, I better give my mother a call and let her know I won't be home." I looked down at my shirt that was covered in blood.
"Want to borrow my sweater?" Chris ask
"If you wouldn't mind, I don't really want to be wear this shirt any longer?" Chris was wearing his leather jacket with a misfits sweater and a Metallica shirt under that.
Chris takes off his sweater and hands me it. I turn away from Chris and take off the blood covered shirt and throw it in the small bin in the corner of the room, the sweater was like a dress on my but it was okay since I was wearing shorts.

I get out the hospital and pull out my phone from my shorts back pocket, I have no missed calls from Sandra which is weird since I was meant to be home for half eleven and it's almost half one in the mornings he hasn't tried to find out where I am, angrily I dial Sandra

No answer, I leave her a text:
I know I haven't been home yet but you clearly don't care, my friend needed me, so I'm at the hospital. In case you remember you actually have a child to look after, but either way I'm fine. Cunt!

I hit sent and call ghost, surprisingly, he answered quite fast. I tell him what happened and that he need to pick up ange and balz and Ryan, he told me Ryan was already at his so they would all get there soon. I pull out my pack of cigarettes from my pocket, 3 left. Better spare them. I take one out with my lips and light it. I take a long drag and hold it in. I slowly exhale the toxins, I continue smoking until the rest of the band get here Chris texted ash she was gonna come in tomorrow morning. Ghost parks his car and runs over to me hugging me very tightly. Me and ghost have never been close but I know Ricky told him about us so he probably feels really sorry for me.

I look up and ghost has small glistens of tears in his eyes, I give him another small hug. I turn the the rest of the boys and give a small smile before leading them up to the room.

I keep planning to write shorter chapters but they end up over 1550 words, tell me in the comment if you want shorter chapters or if you like the long chapters.

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