Steve's Point Of View
My eyes slowly open, I see a dim light to my left. Just a street light, another night in the alley, no matter how much money we have; we must save it. Shit, I know that feeling, that sinking feeling, please body not now, Snot is right there.
I couldn't help myself anymore, I grabbed my backpack, opening the front pocket to reveal a pencil box full of razors of all different sizes a sharpness. I pull out the one that I found in the pharmacy isle of a shop once. Still shiny, fresh, sharp. Here we are again, me and this razor . . . FUCK IT! I rip up my sleeve in a vicious manner, I can see all the old scars and scabs. My moment only lasted for a moment before I went full force, deep pushes and fast paces, adding more and more. One for your father, another for your mother, two for Haliey, three for Roger, ten for the people I let down, zero for my worthless ass, twenty-five for Snot! I let tears escape my eyes, loud sobs and cries left my mouth, sleeve still up I felt someone hug me and start crying too; Snot. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sor-ry!" I was screaming to the point were my lungs hurt, "It's okay, you're okay, alright, I'm going to get bandages out of my bag and some rubbing alcohol, okay?" I can't even understand what he said, but when he stood up I grabbed his hand, "Snot, I'm going to die! I'M GOING TO DIE!". His facial expression changed from worried to terrified and scared, he bent down onto his knees and yanked me by my shoulders, his tears pouring out like a heavy rain storm, he pulled me into a hug, more like he was gripping onto his last hope "Steven Anita Smith, you are not going to die! I will do everything I can to keep you far away from death, you got that?!". My depression got the best of me "I want to die! I don't want to live, I want to be with you, but not here!" Snot went completely silent, to the point were it was scary.
After about a minute Snot had finally managed to utter out a sentence, "you what" I was about to speak, but then when Snot interrupted I got the clue that was a rhetorical question, "you are not leaving. Not now, you are to wait until it is your damn time, you got it!" At this point the yells could be herd echoing through the alley, making them noticeable to anyone out on the streets. I lower my head in shame, too disgusted with myself to even give him an answer. I truly deserve death, I have hurt my family, Snot, myself, principal Louis. All that was ever intended was to be with Snot. Earlier I realised that blaming my father is irrational, he just wanted to help, I pushed him to this point, I ran away; Snot is soon going to be pushed off the rails, I just know it.
Snot sighed and grabbed my arm, once again bringing me down to rest on the urine smelling ground. I never got sleep that night, Snot didn't know that though, he woke up happy and hyper, my smile can't be shown through such a wave a sadness, so I didn't, I didn't smile; there's no need.
I heard Snot's voice, bringing me back to reality it became obvious he was talking to me, "Why is there a need to frown as the sun goes down, if you get to wake up to such beautiful sounds. Just remember when the night creeps around, a tear just very well might be shed, but that's the moonlight looking for good people. Even if you're shaken or upside-down, the sun will come around, just make it through it, you can make it through it." Those words just broke every part of me, I love him so dearly, he loves me back enough to have run away with me, which no matter how stupid, or idiotic my decisions are, he always supports me. He is too go for a person like me, he has a better mindset than mine too. I haven't felt this bad about myself in a long time, I just want to go home, see Roger, but who am I kidding, he doesn't care anymore, I put my whole family through too much. I would deserve to get my head chopped straight off by a guillotine.
Snot's Point Of View
Steve's doing awful, I'm starting to think this whole thing was just a mistake. Who am I kidding, of course this was a mistake! We didn't know what we were getting ourselfs into, and clearly Steve can't handle his own damn decisions. Oh gosh, what's wrong with me? Talking bad about him like that. UGH! We should just go home, at least there we have a chance to have some separation, every good couple can't be together all the time, right? They just need breaks, yeah, breaks.
I push myself up off the ground, heading towards the side walk. "Snot?" I could hear my name called out from behind me, "Where are you going?" I turn around, and look him right in the eyes, "Just stretching". I do hate lying, but we need this, it's for the best. The sidewalk is empty, along with the streets, all except for a phone booth, just what I needed. On the door of the booth was a missing poster, our missing poster, with a number. The creak of the door opening startled me as I quickly pick up the the phone and dial the number.
Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring . . .
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Sorry for the cliffhanger!
I have the next chapter written, give me some time. Sorry for not posting recently, I've been incredibly busy. I also had another suicide attempt, warning, everything after this gets depressing. YaoiPrince1, signing off.
