Slight triggerwarning
Everything just feels so dull in this town.
RICHIES POV
"And this is how it starts",pulling myself up off the solid mattress and swinging my legs over the side of the tall bed rubbing my eyes. Another waste of a summer. Waste of life it seems. I haven't seen any of the losers all summer. Just thinking of that makes me gag and creates a sour taste in my mouth, knowing they don't care and forgot about my bullshit self. Pulling my self up and onto the cold bare hardwood floors. Trying to stay quiet of course to avoid my drunken father at this unholy hour of morning. And there I look not even 10 feet away from the one thing I hate the most in my house. My mirror. I hate looking at myself. Is this why the losers left me.. looking down onto the white faded marks on my wrist. I can't keep doing this. As I turn off the dull light bulb and walk out of the bathroom I can hear the foot steps which makes me flinch. It shouldn't by now at least. The only thing rational I can think of doing is jumping out the window no matter how stupid it sounds, my fathers beating is worse than a few thorns from the small dead rose bush out side my one story house. Running to the door to lock it and sliding on the first beaten all black chucks I can find. "RICHIE I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR ILL KILL YOU", his words slured a bit indicated he was intoxicated. I could hear my father pounding against the creeky door, I knew he wasn't bluffing,which hurt a bit but it wasn't anything i wasn't used too, the screams made me tie my shoes a bit faster as
the banging on the old wooden door begins to get louder. "Shit", as I jump into the old rose bush I feel the several thorns pierce my pale skin. Hoping out of the bush, I could feel the stinging in my arms and legs from were the thorns had made themselves at home. I frowned watching the blood run down my limbs carelessly. Where do I go, god if Eddie was here-, I slapped my self, "shut up tozier he doesn't like you scum bag". I had to admit I looked like an idiot talking to myself. I grabbed my bike of my unmowed lawn,wincing at the pain in my limbs. I let the bike take me where-ever it could.
EDDIES POV
I feel my moms eyes burn into me and pierce into my small figure "if you have an issue with me being gay then just say it damn stop staring",I slowly regret saying those words and clenched my jaw, but to my surprise she doesn't say anything just squinted at me indicating she was pretty pissed, and walks into the kitchen. "I'm going to the quarry", again no answer which sort of stings for once her not being up my ass side ways felt strange almost like she stoped caring. I slowly walked out side into the hell hole called 'summer'. "Great", I said in a low tone quickly walking to my bike on the neat grass, pulling the metal bike and hopping on it i quickly peddling to the quarry in an act to get away for once. Tears gathering in my eyes as I started to think of Richie. God how I I loved richie, as cliché as it sounds,but everyone here is either really straight or homophobic. I let out an audible sigh,I haven't seen him in a year. I could feel the warm salty tears flow down my soft skin and onto my pastel blue shirt, sinking into the fabric and leaving a single dark blue spot. Dropping the bike and flinching from the loud 'clang' it made hitting the ash-fault. I bent down to tie my white shoes I caught the eyes of a tall dark haired boy. "Richie!?" , I wipe my eyes as quick as I could to mask the fact I had been crying seconds before but it didn't seem to fool the freckle-faced boy "a-are you crying Ed's", I cringed at the nickname and looked up at him, "don't call me that tozier, and yes do you have a problem?!", I said with a snarl, he practically gave up on me he hasent talked to me in god knows how long yet I still love him and he's here now. I quickly got up, him watching me, "why did you leave me??", the lanky boy croaked, he looked lifeless and I just drew a blank, i didn't dare say a word. "Why?", at that point richies chocolate eyes started to pour pretty little tears , "I-..", it took me a few seconds to register what was going on but- richie tozier was hugging me. I begun to hug the tall boy back burrying my face in the crook his neck . He was boney, he felt like he Hadn't eaten in weeks, he didn't look like the richie I knew-. I don't think he even was the Richie I knew, Richie would never let anyone see him cry I was best friends with him and he couldn't even spare me the sight of a single tear falling upon his skin.
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I hope u enjoyed my first chapter shshsjguj I tryed whoops,, this is my first ever stories on watt pad so sorry it's a bit shitty .
