Hopeless || Reddie

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Part one! Are y'all ready for this, I really hope you guys like the story and please comment if I should continue cause I'm not so sure if it's a good story
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Be sure to play the playlist i made, here's a link to the Spotify one but the Individual song names are in the previous part of the book :)

https://open.spotify.com/user/katie.mckenney/playlist/14CNlhCl3NEPjzpXv6HOPs

Includes harsh content , trigger warning
Eddie Kaspbrak rolled over on his white clean bed to feel the sun from the one window in his room hit his eyes.

He slowly opened them and looked at the window. It was cloudy and grey out, like it always was in Derry, Maine. It was probably getting cold too, since it was late October.

Eddie Kaspbrak had been in Derry mental institution for three months now. He hated it here, hated the people, hated the doctors. His mom checked him in and refuses to visit anymore. The boy rolled his eyes at the thought of his mother.

But God did he miss her.

He starting thinking of all the things he was going to do today when he heard something move next to him. Eddie shot back in his bed and craned his neck over.

In the bed that had been empty for three months laid a skinny pale boy in a beige hospital shirt and boxers. Curly black hair framed a pale face spotted with tiny freckles.

Who is that Eddie thought. That's when the boy let out a loud yawn and shifted.

"Hullo?" Eddie asked in a small voice that he was sure wasn't audible, but the pale boy opened his eyes slowly and looked at him.

He looked up at Eddie with wavering eyes and slowly stood up from his bed. Still having not said a word. The mystery boy quickly changed into baggy sweatpants and a hospital shirt. Looking at his wrists Eddie could see white bandages on both of them.

Hello?" Eddie said again but the boy didn't respond. He just sat on the edge of his bed and looked at his own wrists. Silent.

Eddie understood what the kid must be going through. Eddie didn't talk to anyone for a month when he first got here. But no one really tried to talk to him either.

Eddie saw the boy wipe a tear from his face and he stood up, grabbed his glasses, and walked out of the room. Eddie eventually changed into his own clothes and left too.

He saw he boy with black curly hair sitting alone in the breakfast area. No food in front of him except a small glass of water. Eddie brought over two waffles.

"You can stay silent. But I don't want to sit alone either so I'm going to sit next to you " Eddie said as he sat down at the table and pushed one of the waffles towards the kid.

He just stared.

There was something about him. The way his glasses magnified his terrified brown eyes. Or his curly black hair that framed his pale skinny face.

"I'm Eddie." He said. The mystery boy looked away.

-- Previously that night --

Richie didn't remember much. He remembered earlier that day being tripped in school and someone stepped on his glasses, breaking off an arm of them off.

"Fag." He heard someone say followed by a wave of laughter. Richie picked himself up and started grabbing the things that fell out of his bag.

He remembered another nameless face walking up to him as he collected his books and kneeing the boy in the face, knocking him over once more.

It felt like every guy bullied Richie in his grade. And every girl spread rumors about him. Richie hated it. He hated his life.

He remembered coming home to the smell of cigarettes and his mother having her second bottle of scotch that day.

He remembered his dad running up to Richie and pushing the weak boy against the wall cause he slammed the door too hard.

He remembered his father punching him in the face and telling him not to let it happen again. Richie then limped upstairs and locked his bedroom door behind him.

Fuck this the boy thought. I hate this fucking town. I hate the people in it. I hate myself.

Richie couldnt stand the constant beatings from his dad and his peers. He couldn't stand the constant strain.

Richie had hurt himself before. Started doing it ever since school started. But this time he remembered going too far.

He remembered blood. A lot of it.

Richie remembered his father yelling something.

He remembered an ambulance.

He remembered waking up in a hospital. Restraints tying his arms down.
Stitches lining his pale wrists.

He shivered.

Richie definitely remembered his parents yelling at him. Calling him stupid. Calling
Him inconsiderate. All Richie could do was cry.

Richie was then brought to Derry mental institution, the boy heard stories about this hell hole. About the people who disappeared here. About the shit crazy stuff that went on.

He was involuntarily checked in by his dad, his dad had spent the last hour screaming at their insurance company.

Richie was stripped of all his clothes, his phone, his shoes and socks. They handed the boy ugly looking hospital clothes that were all white. He was wheeled into a room that matched his all white clothes.

The floor was white tile. The wall And ceiling were painted white. There was one window in the back. Two beds. One held a boy who was hiding under white sheets. Richie was wheeled over to his bed, he laid down on it and tried falling asleep as he heard distant screams from patients.

Tears fells down his face and hit the pillow as he thought about how much he fucking hated everything. About how much he hated himself.

The boy was worthless. Everyone told him so, how could you not believe them. He had no friends, barely a family, and no life. Plus he wore baggy clothes everyday, glasses that were huge, and acne that lined his forehead. He hated himself.

- present -

After a long silent breakfast the boy finally looked at Eddie.

"I'm Richie. Richie Tozier"

Eddie smiled as he took a bite out of the waffle.

Seriously don't be afraid to say this story sucks lmao <33