The Youth House[BoyxBoy] & [BoyxGirl]

Chapter 15

**Blaine**

I’m crying. I can’t stop.

I know Roger doesn’t mean what he said, but I’m hurt.

I want nothing more than to help him, and he pushes me away. I just want to love him, and protect him... and love him

Later

Roger walks into the room, eyes puffy, face red. He doesn’t speak, but I imagine is voice is hoarse. 

He’s avoiding my gaze. “Roger...” I start. “No.” he says sadly. “I don’t want to talk” he finishes.  A sharp pain ripples through my chest.

I choke back a sob. I’m done saying please. 

“Leave,” he says simply. I do. “It’s my room too!” I want to shout, but he needs his space.

I go downstairs and get something to eat, I am going to eat away this pain.

Even Later

I knock on Roger and I’s bedroom door. No answer. I knock again. “Please let me in Roger, I need to talk to you.” 

No answer.

“Fuck” I mumble as I push open the door.

What I see inside breaks my heart into a million tiny pieces.

Roger is standing in the middle of the room, slitting his wrists, deep. The blood is falling to the floor, and there is already a puddle. He is sobbing, and I notice that I am too. 

I rush over to him. “NO!” he screams, but I don’t listen. I grab the nearest shirt and hold it to his wrist. “Oh god..” I’m mumbling this over and over. Roger is just sobbing and speaking things I don’t process. 

He’s try to get away from my grip, he fights me hard, but I don’t let go. We fall to our knees and I hold him tightly as he cries uncontrollably. 

I cry too. Why would he do this?

“Roger.. why?” I ask him quietly. He refuses to answer. I pull his face up so he has to look at me. He settles down a little bit. 

“I can’t....” he chokes out, still looking into my eyes. “Can’t what, Roger?” I ask him gently.

“I’m already made fun of too much... I can’t be any more different, I can’t” He screams the last part. 

“Shhh, it’s going to be okay” I tell him. He settles again. 

“What is going to make you more different?” I ask him. He looks up at me with his perfect eyes, all of a sudden his face clears of all fear, “I love you.” He says it so quietly. I don’t think I heard him correctly. He sees my confused face, and brings his face up to mine and slams his lips into mine. I kiss him back, hard. 

I kiss down his neck, and he whimpers. I bring his head back up and kiss his lips again. 

"Shit" I say against his lips. "You're hurt!" I shout, just remembering. He whines. Oh my god, he is so out of it. His head lolls on his shoulders. "No!" I shout, "Roger.. stay with me buddy, don't ..." His eyes roll back in his head. 

He's lost too much blood. "Oh no, no!" I scream for help. I scream so loud I'm sure I will never speak again.