Motionless In White One Shots

Please Don't Leave Me - Ricky Horror

"I can't do this anymore! I've tried doing everything to please you guys and it's stressing me to the point of exhaustion. You may call me lazy, but I'm trying, okay? I'm trying!" I yelled and hung up the phone. My parents and I just got into another argument about my life decisions now that I'm on the road with my band. They disagree with the lifestyle, saying I should have chosen something more substantial. I broke down in tears in the back room of the bus. I reached into my pocket to find a small razor, the one I kept in case of emotional breakdowns. I had only used it once, but nobody knew about it. If I were to cut, I would use my fingernails. I looked at the clean razor before lowering it down to my wrist, running it against my skin. I hissed at the sharp pain as droplets of blood formed. I ran the razor two more times before I heard steps coming up to the door. I froze when it opened and Ricky stepped inside. He looked worried. His worry changed to alarm when he saw what I was doing. He rushed to me, snatching the razor from my hand and tossing it aside before pulling me into his chest. "No, sweetheart. Don't do this. Please don't do this. I need you."

He held me tightly against him as he gripped my cut forearm in one hand, his other wrapped around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to calm my crying. "What happened?" he asked quietly. I shook my head, not wanting to burden him with my problems.

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what the hell happened. You're worrying me sick right now. You could have killed yourself if I wasn't around." He looked down into my eyes, his eyes turning red as if he were about to cry as well. One hand cupped my face and brushed away the tears on my cheek with his thumb. "What happened? I need to know and I need to know now."

"My parents..." I said, looking down. "Again..."

"Oh, sweetheart, don't let them get to you. They can't stop you from living your dream." He pulled me back to him, cooing quiet things to calm me. I relaxed against him and looked at the reflection in the black TV screen. He had his chin rested on my head, his eyes closed and tear streaks down his cheeks. His arms were protectively wrapped around me. I can feel his heart beat rapidly in his chest.

[Unfinished]