Reddie spaghetti fanfic [COMPLETE]

Self-harm & broken hearts Part28

Trigger warning: self-harm and cursing

Eddie pov

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO EDDIE!" I sit on my bed, leaned back against the wall shoving my face into my knees. I sit on my bed, quietly crying, as richie screams at me with all his will. I sit on my bed, with 2 razor blades, one fresh blood dripping off of it, and the other I grip in my hand tightly. "EDDIE DROP THE FUCKING RAZOR" he reluctantly screams at me, making me wince in emotional pain. I smoothly turn so I'm gripping the blade and holding it along my wrist. I'm staring at the blade now, which is slowly piercing into my skin. "Fuck Eddie... IM SORRY JUST PLEASE STOP THIS SHIT!" He yells at me again, but my ears are blocking our noises, my eyes are blurry, and my head is pounding. I could hear my heart pound fast inside my head. "You can't change what you did..." I slowly and hoarsely tell Richie. I look up at Richie and he's on his knees sobbing, with his long sleeve off. He abruptly stand up and sprints to me, but I kick at him, and he backs up. "I'm sorry I hurt you eds sphgeds... I'm so fucking sorry" he holds out to reveal his wounded arm. Long gashes and welts cover his upper arm, and I quickly realize they are attempts at suicide... on his lower arm 20-25 cuts lay, showing up perfectly in the dim light. "Don't... don't become me" he whispers, just loud enough for me to hear. I loosen the grip on my blade a tad. "I loved you Richie... how could you do this shit to me?" I sadly throw out, and Richie stares back at me in remorse. "I love you Eddie... please I don't want you to die... don't-" he fades away almost falling but catching himself on my bed. "Just let me help you" he weakly says, inching towards me. I realized I didn't want to die... I just don't want to live. I drop the blade on my bed and Richie crawly onto my bed, and pulls out a rag that I hadn't noticed before. He tightly wraps up one of my arm cuts and hugs me, though I give no response. "I will always love you Eddie... ALWAYS!" He reassures me, releasing our hug, but taking my hand instead. "I can't trust you yet..." I tell him regretfully, knowing these words would hurt his feeling definitely. He scoots away from me and leans against my wall running his hands through his hair. "Let's just clarify both sides of the story..." he tells me, and being the mature person I am I agree, though I know I'm a coward...

Short one, sorry for not updating I got some friend business I've been doingggg ily all so much! I'll write tomorrow! What is the conflict between eds and rich? Why was Eddie gonna cut himself? Who may knowwww