My Own Purgatory(NatePat)

Chapter 13: The Sound Of Silence

Nate's pov

Its getting harder and harder to resist. It has been so long since I've done it, but today im craving it. I don't want to cut. Matthew would be so disappointed. He could leave me.
But even so, im getting weaker. I need this. The anxiety and stress of school... the anxiety and stress i give myself, is coming to be too much.
Matt's pov
Its been several days since Nate has come to school. He seemed fine when he left, Sunday. Did I drive him away? He hasn't answered my texts or calls. Im getting worried. I guess I should go check on him after school. Plus, I need to ask him something.
Walking into Mr.McLaughlin's class, I try to focus on the work im given.
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After school ended, I started to walk over to Nate's house, which is only a few blocks away. The sky was heavy with storm clouds and I knew it could rain any second, now. Reaching Nate's house, I notice there are no cars parked in front. So his parents aren't home?
I knock on the front door, and only receive pure silence. The only sound being the quiet rumbling of a distant storm. I knock again, and again, and again. Nothing. Frustrated, I decide to try opening the door myself. Oddly enough, it wasn't locked.
I enter the house, calling out "Nate? Nate!? You in here?" The house was ever still.
Going upstairs, i hear two sounds. I hear the creaking of the wood beneath me, and I hear crying.
Im in a panic now. I know that voice, and why would he be crying? Instead of walking, I almost ran up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Opening the door, slowly, I see a figure curled up on the ground, shaking. I also notice a slight glistening on the dark floor beside him. The room was so dark. No light coming from anywhere. It was eerie.
"Nate?" I say, questioning. The crying grows quieter. "Nate, what's wrong?" No answer. I stand there for a minute, wondering what I should do. How should I handle this? I walk over to the small figure to see he's holding his arms close to his chest, and there's much more of the glistening substance here. Curious and concerned as to why Nate' wouldn't even react to my presence, I go to the light switch, flipping it up. And what I see is horrifying. There was so much blood.
Nate's pov
I wake up in my bed, my head groggy. Ow. I'm sore all over. What happened?

Being too tired to care, i roll over onto my side. Im brought face to face(face to arm?) with my own bandaged arm. The bandages were soaked through with what i can only assume was blood. Oh no. I didnt... wait. who bandaged me?

I go to jump out of bed, getting nauseous and plopping back onto it, instead. Groaning, I try to remember what exactly happened, but for the life of me I couldnt.

That's when I hear footsteps leading to my door, getting steadily louder. Panicking, I pretend to be asleep again, so that whoever it was, would leave me alone.

"I know you're not sleeping, Nathan. You're breathing is quicker than that of an unconscious person."

Crap. Matthew.