balloon; richie tozier x reader

009: broken

*new kind of format (i'm back!)

y/n's pov

i ran to catch up with richie. when 'we' entered the room, i slammed the door

"what the fuck y/n! are you doing this on purpose or what?!" he yelled

"what was i supposed to? we didn't hide the drugs!" i argued

"what do you mean we? that's your problem! why are you dragging me into this shit?!" he looked at me, angrily

"i d-don't know. i d-didn't know what to say. i-i'm sorry." i sighed

"this is too much. i'm leaving. i'll find a hotel or something- don't find me. never mind, us." he slammed the door

i sat there. alone. the losers were going with him too. my mom hates me. the vibes of hurting myself is coming back. my depression.

i stood up and locked the door of my room and entered the bathroom. once i saw the drugs on the the sink, i flushed it down the toilet.

i took a razor blade and i thought to myself if this was worth it. yes. it was. i started from my wrist. each swipe of the razor on my skin, i would reply with 'i deserve this'

after a few cuts i started to feel dizzy. i glanced on my arm and i just saw. blood.

i didn't care that i was fainting or even dying. i just felt that i didn't deserve this life. i wanted to die. i was broken.

before i fell, i heard my window open. i heard a deep voice yelling 'y/n'. the figure was walking towards me. richie.