Do Not Fucking Touch Me // Reddie

Thirty Four

(Eddie's POV)

I woke up abruptly. I hadn't slept all night, and I guess after my uncle left for work and I had decided to stay home for the day, I had passed out where I was, on the floor leaning up against the bedside table. The phone rang again, and I stood up to get a good view of my alarm clock. It was four p.m. and I had officially missed my first day of school, ever. This is what Richie did to me. It was his fault. Things that once mattered so much to me before, like attendance, punctuality, cleanliness, and worst of all, Richie, meant nothing to me now. I was so numb. I needed an escape. I had already cut my hips and wrists to shreds. I was so lost. I lost my father. I lost my mother, and the one person who was there for me and made me feel like life was worth living, I lost too. 

The ringing was too much. These were going to be my last words anyway, I might as well tell the person who hurt me so much. Maybe he would feel bad. He should feel bad. How couldn't he. 

I picked up the phone with a shaky hand and held it up to my ear. 

"Eddie!" Stan said. 

"Oh," I muttered. I was really hoping it would be Richie. 

"Wait don't hang up!" he said. 

"What do you want? Did Richie put you up to this?" I asked. 

"No, but we're all worried about you. Him especially," he said.

"Yeah, right," I scoffed.

"He doesn't know what he did to make you break up with him!" he said.

I felt tears building up in my eyes. "He knows what he did. And he won't have to worry about me anymore." 

I hung up. I reached under my bed and pulled it out. The bottle of pills. I opened the child lock and stared in it. 

The pain would be gone soon.