Hopeless || Reddie

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INCLUDES SAD AND TRIGGERING CONTENT AHH
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It had been three weeks since Eddie had heard Richie whisper those last words "I love you"

His voice still echoed in eddies mind, but it sounded distant and cold. Like it was fading away. Eddie could still picture the boys face though. The way his freckles spotted his small pale nose, or the eyes bags that sunk into his brown almost black eyes.

Eddie cried out at how much he missed Richie. God did he miss him.

Eddie had scars on his temples that would stay there years after the boy left the hospital. Scars from getting shocked twice a week. The scars on his wrists finally healed, but not without leaving deep Engraving lines in his skin. Without the bandages the lines were visible from miles away.

There was also the mental scars. The mental scars left by days spent in the dark, covered in dirt and as he scratched his skin raw and thought of the boy he loved and was never allowed to be with.

He stood up from his short lived nap and felt his whole body sway to the left. Eddie rubbed his tired eyes and tried to straighten his vision.

Eddie had barely eaten anything since he was thrown in, the food was inedible, and the truth was he had no appetite. The 20 different meds the boy took also made him feel nauseous most of the day, it also kept him from sleeping most of the night.

Eddie groggily wiped his hands on his pants as the door shifted open. He knew the entire schedule of his day by this point, and could almost always guess when the door would open and for what.

Right now it was pill time.
In an hour it was meal time.
And twice a week he would go to that same room with those god forsaken machines to fry his mind until he cried.

The gruff man held a small metal tray with different cups that held brightly colored pills, all labeled with different patients names. Eddie looked around and finally saw the one labeled with his name in black sharpie. Eddie grabbed the cup and poured all the large pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry.

The man made sure Eddie had swallowed every last one and pushed the boy back into his cell. This event transpired twice a day. Once in morning for his morning meds and then again in the evening.

As eddies stomach became filled with the pills he took, and he sighed and thought about Richie. Thought about holding his skinny hands that could wrap around eddies twice. Thought about his light pink lips that made Eddie blush.

God did he miss Richie.

Eddies stomach growled and cramped up as he held it in his arms. He could feel his rib cage curve under his skin that was covered in goosebumps.

The teen fell into another uneasy sleep filled mostly with Eddie almost falling asleep and then waking up again.

The day's followed the same. Meals were thrown in his cell, pills were shoved in his face, and he was being yelled at by his therapist and shocked twice a week.

Eddie was barely alive anymore. Barely human.

Just a ghost that drifted around in his cell for hours.

But the thought of Richie kept him still breathing. Those echoing words of 'I love you' kept Eddies blood pumping.

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Three weeks. Richie thought. Three fucking weeks.

Richie sat in the cafeteria with a glass of water sitting in front of him, the sides covered by condensation. The boy looked lazily into the distance, a gloss over his brown eyes.

It had been exactly three weeks and three days and Somehow everything had gotten worse. If that was even possible.

Beverly was drowning in medication and pressure from her dad to come home. She would run to the cafeteria in tears and fill her tray with all the food she could find. Then proceed to eat it until her stomach hurt. Other days she wouldn't move from her bed, she wouldn't eat and she wouldn't sleep.

Richie was now a whopping 90 pounds. And for his height and age, that was bad. He never ate now, he barely talked. He just sat, staring off.

Ben would still visit Bev, but it did little to help. Although the thought of him still visiting the girl after all this time made her heart flutter like never before.

She didn't know why though.

Richie would frequently go through Eddies dresser drawers and breathe in the sent of the boy, the lingering fresh scent of apples and clean laundry.

But the scent was fading.

Richie psychiatrist would yell at Richie, tell him he would die if he didn't start eating again. But Richie could care less about eating right now.

The days passed slowly, and painfully. All three kids hating each one more than the last.

But this day was different.

It was there weeks and four days when Eddie heard the door creak open on it hinges. He frowned in confusion as the light crawled into his cell.

The door shouldn't open now he thought. Eddie knew the schedule perfectly, and this was not in it.

"Get up." A mans voice spoke that he had never heard before.

"W-why?" Eddie said weakly.

"Get up or I'll come back tomorrow." He said rudely and Eddie pushed himself off the dusty cold ground and looked out to the door.

He approached the main slowly as he legs threatened to break under the weight. His skin crawled with goose bumps and his eye bag sunk into his pale soft skin.

The man grabbed eddies shoulder and shoved him forward and down the long hallway.

And the two walked as Eddie felt his stomach growl from hunger. The two walked down unfamiliar halls and past unfamiliar doors until they came across a locked double door.

The man pushed Eddie back and swiped a key card on the side, the doors made a clicking sound and shifted open.

Eddie then walked forward, still drowning in confusion and fear. That was, until he saw a sign to the familiar boys and girls dorms.

Eddies heart jumped.

I decided to leave most of eddies stay in solitary to your imagination, but please remember you are amazing no matter what and that this book should not encourage anything ❤️❤️

More happiness to come in the next couple chapters :)