Reddie- (Whole Losers Club)[pov Fanfiction](complete) #1

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*Richie*                 (WARNING BLOOD IN THIS CHAPTER) (also I tried to make a long chapter.)

I lay next to Eddie our back facing each others. I'm glad we don't have school tomorrow. I wanted  to hang out with him tomorrow. I roll so my from  is facing his back. I put my arm around him. And pushes him close. I slide my other hand under   his shirt. He's  warm. I don't know what he thinks about this, but what do ya know it's Richie trash mouth. Just another person you would think never had a soul. Just another person who would never belong with someone because he's not perfect. I roll out of bed. "Were  are you heading?" He whispers. "Bathroom I say" I say. "Ok" he says while yawning. I go to the bathroom.

I look at the mirror. I look nothing like Eddie. He has perfect wavy hair that's light and brown and fluffy, his freckles seem to dance across his face in a way that's so perfect that I can't describe it. He has a body so complicated, it's the thing that make  you want to hug him no matter how mad he makes  you. I have weird curly hair that has no emotion just dark and empty and my freckles seem to just  be scattered all  over my ugly flat face. And to top it off I've got a weird  body that can't decide weather I'm scrawny or I have muscles. I bet if I was any more depressed I'd kill myself. I open a cabinet and two  out a pack of my dad's razors he uses for shaving. I sit in the corner and feel the tears roll down my face. Only one of them lands on the razor. Just like Eddie's lands  on my life, and make  me feel confused. I put the razor  on the floor and crack the door open.

Eddie is asleep. I look at him. "I'll never be perfect, I guess that's who I am." I say out loud. "And who I am is just another person, without anything special." I add. I close the door. An  I take the sharp part out of the razor. Then I cut my wrist. My skin dances along behind the razor. I cut  myself over and over. My arms at  covered  in scars. I sit into the corner almost falling into the bathtub. I can't breathe. I don't know why. I screech only loud enough for the next room to hear. My parents left to a presentation and are staying in a hotel, so  they can't help. Eddie comes into the room. He sees I can  breathe. "I LEFT MY INHALER DOWNSTAIRS!!" He screams. I'm losing  lots of blood but if we'd was the death of me that's how I wants  to go. "By eds.." I say in a scratchy voice. Eddie opens my mouth with two hands and blows into my mouth. I start breathing and he keeps giving me CPR. He runs across the room and get  toilet paper and is crying  while the roll see me  to run down my arm.

An hour later it was  1 o clock and I was sitting across from Eddie. He was on a stool. I was on the side of the bathtub. "What do you see in me" "I'm a mess" I mumble. "Richie, your not a mess. And  if you are your my mess." He says to me. "An  that would make me a mess too. In a nerd and I shun everyone and focus on my work, I'm sorry Richie. I push everyone away especially  you." He says. Tears roll down his face and  they roll down mines as well. "Your everything to me eds. Everything about you is perfect. I'm sorry. I suck, and I'm ugl-" he cut  me off "STOP IT RICHIE, YOU ALWAYS SAY THINGS TO ME THAT AREN'T TRUE, I LIKE YOU ALOT OK? I'M SORRY ILL NEVER BE PERFECT NO ONE IS AND THAT'S THE BEAUTY OF IT, IF I'M CRYING SO ARE YOU  IF I FEEL UGLY SO DO YOU, YOUR PERFECT!" He yells. I wrap my arms around him. And  for once  I feel loved and accepted. We hug and head back to sleep.