TRIGGER WARNING:
SUICIDE, SELF HARM, DEPRESSON, HOMOPHOBIC SLURS
-TEE TREE OUT-
* Third Person P.O.V *
... Eddie was standing outside of Richie's door
"Oh... hey"
Richie said through his tears
"Hey, you okay Rich?"
Eddie asked, hoping he would tell him what wrong
"Nothing, um, I just had a bad dream."
He replied, trying to avoid any more attention to his tears
"Umm, okay, well I just wanted to come and check on you, make sure your not dead"
Eddie chuckled but Richie didn't, knowing that it was a possibility
"Oh... sorry"
"It's fine, do you wanna come in?"
Richie asked
"No, i, i, um, I'm gonna go"
Eddie replied
"Oh, okay, see ya Eds."
"Bye"
Richie closed his bedroom door and cried, he thought he ruined there friendship, that he was being to akward, NOW, in this moment, Richies chest got so hot, it felt like he was gonna faint, he couldn't breathe, he felt like he was drowning,
He knows what this is, he gets it all the time, an anxiety attack.
He continued crying and trying to catch his breath, failing every time.
~time lapse : 30 minites~
Richies anxiety attack passed, and continue to feel so depressed, he wanted to cut, but he couldn't, he didn't know what to do, so, he went into his mother's medicine cabinet and grabbed a lable-less bottle, took it to his room, he sat the bottle in front of him, crying, thinking "What should I do"
He knew he would feel relief, because he was gone, but, like Bev told him, "a corpse can't feel anything, that includes relief"
"Fuck it, who cares"
Richie whispered to himself, as carelessly as if he were cheating on a test, witch he did offen.
He took a pen into his hands, shaking fircly. Wrighting this:
'I'm sorry, sorry I don't know how to do this but don't worry, now your burden is lifted'
He grabbed the bottle, put it to his lips and whispered "I love you" not wanting "fuck it who cares" to be his last words, poured the contents of the bottle into his mouth, and swallowing hard, slowly slipping away, into darkness, and it was over, Richie was gone
~time lapse : 5 months~
* Eddies P.O.V *
Richie has been a while since, Richie... Left.
I feel so alone, the group is so different without him,
Everyone is so quiet, I don't know about the others, but Bev and I cry almost every day, I loved him so much, he always understood, but, you can't understand in a coffin!
Omg I'm sorry for that, but I'm working on a fluff right now
I been so busy lately but I'm updating both my stories tonight hoe. And also
80. Fucking. Reads.
Of I get 100 reads I'll blast "Deeptroat" by cupcakke at the library Friday night
Holy shit I'm dead but thx sm and I love you
- TEE TREE OUT -
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Lover Boy❤// reddie imagines
Não Ficçãoso this is just some random ass imagines no smut bc there kids but there will be kissing swearing ahead... clearly, I mean.... its Richie and Eddie. ❇Cheers❇
