Pretty. Odd. ~ Reddie Oneshots

Get. Out. Part 2

Tis' back

Song For This Chapter: Miss Wanna Die (IT'S SO GOOD OHMIGOD)

~ Third Person POV ~

The Losers' looked everywhere for Eddie. The Treehouse,(They got one just deal xD) Eddie's house, everywhere. Richie still hadn't forgotten about the notes. He had no idea what they meant, only that Eddie was in trouble, physically or mentally.

~ Eddie's POV (wOw) ~

I couldn't do this anymore. Life sucked, for me. Sure I had The Losers', but it sucked. Ever since we killed It I've been feeling down. Afraid. I'd been cutting myself, but it didn't help. When I first went missing, I had cut myself the whole day. Then something happened. I was mental. I needed help. But nobody cares. My mother said so.

"I'm your only friend, Richie and the others are only yours out of pity. I'm your only friend."

I can't do it. Not anymore. I sat on the railing, looking down. It was a one story drop, but high. I was ready, to leave this shitty world. Nobody cared anyway. The Losers' could, would move on.

~ Richie's POV ~

We checked the school last. Beverly, Bill, and Ben checked the classes, while me, Stanley, and Mike headed up to the roof. Then I saw something. A small, form. Eddie.

~ Eddie's POV ~

I was ready. I climbed over the railing and stood on the small part of the tiled rooftop. I turned, facing the front of the school. I saw someone running towards me.

~ Richie's POV ~

"Eddie!!" I yelled. I saw him, he was about to jump.
"Eddie!" I yelled again.

~ Eddie's POV ~

I saw Richie. Don't let him stop you. Quitter. Quitter. Quitter. Quit, Quit, Quit.(GuYs serious message that "Quitter. Quitter. Quitter. Quit, Quit, Quit." Means something. I'll put the video here, but watch it. You may have to skip a bit, but find the part where the girl is in a blanket, and skip to the beginning of that. Skip to 4:01. Thanks.

Then I did it. I felt the wind in my short hair, and on my back. Quitter, Quitter, Quit, Quit, Quit. I saw a form rush over to the edge. Then two more. Then three more. "Eddie!!" They all yelled. But it was too late. Ah, Wanna Die, Wanna Die! But Don't Really Wanna Die.

~ Richie's POV ~

No. No. No, No, No.
I saw him jump. We all did. Beverly called the hospital as soon as it happened, we were all in tears. I couldn't believe he did that. To us. To me. The ambulance was here as soon as we called. I could see paramedics lifted Eddie into the truck.
It will all be okay. Right?

~ Eddie's POV ~

Quitter. Quitter. Quitter. Quitter. Quitter. Quitter. Quitter, Quit Quit Quit. He's a quitter!!

~ 5 Hours Later. ~

I woke up in a room. Bandage around my head. I couldn't move. A hospital, or so it's called. I was walking up to the roof, I think. A hand reached out but couldn't reach. Every scar, all the blood, more and more not enough, not enough.

~ Richie's POV ~

"Tozier, Marsh, Denbrough, Uris, Hanlon, and Hanscom. He's up."
The clerk said.

I ran to Eddie's room as soon as they called. I opened the door, going to Eddie's bed. "Eddie. ." I said, teary eyed, kneeling by his bed.
"Richie? . ."
"Eds. . Why?"
". . ."
"Why did you jump? ." I asked, sobbing, squeezing his hand.
"I-I wanted to Die. But I didn't. You were there, you would care, making me aware. If I died, you would cry, and I don't know why."
"Eddie. . I care. I don't want you hurting yourself. Why didn't you come to us? To me?"
"I couldn't."
"Why?"
"My mom. She's the reason why."
"What did she do?"
"She thought, thinks, I'm mental. I am. She took me someplace, trying to fix me. She called me—"
"Called you what?"
"Quitter. Quitter. Quitter. Quitter, Quit, Quit, Quit."
"Eddie. ."
".  . I want to live, deep inside I've always been reaching out for a hand."
"It's okay, Eddie, It's okay. I'm taking you home when you can leave."
"Home?"
"My place. Home."
"Home."

AHhH Depressing Chapter
So talking about the Quitter video, I put that in here because I felt that poor child, needed to be known about, and what happened to her. No child should ever go through that, no one.
So this was d e c e n t.