Motionless In White One Shots

Don't Do It Again - Ricky Horror

I stepped into Ricky's house, worried sick. He wasn't at school or answering any of my calls or texts. He had been very withdrawn the past few days, and I needed to get to the bottom of it.

The house was silent, which wasn't unusual. His mother was at work and even if he were home, he would be hiding out in his room with headphones in. I walked upstairs to his room to find it empty. That struck me as strange. I heard something soft in his bathroom, almost like crying. A pit formed in my stomach as I slowly opened the door. "Ricky...?" I asked. My eyes widened and my heart broke in that second.

Ricky was sitting on the ground, his eyes red and puffy from crying. His eyeliner ran down his face. In his hand was a blade and the opposite wrist had three deep cuts. He looked up at me and instantly looked away. I sank to my knees in front of him and looked into his eyes. They were clouded with sadness and regret, which hurt my heart more.

"Why?" I whispered. My throat closed as tears began to stream down my cheeks. He couldn't look me in the eyes. I grabbed the wrist with the cuts and tried to stop the bleeding as I reached for the blade with my other hand, placing it on the counter. At first he tried to resist my touch, but was too weak. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around his wrist.

I stood and looked in the drawer for medical supplies as he sat on the floor, looking up at me sadly.

I sat back on the floor across from him and grabbed his wrist lightly, unwrapping the towel and replacing it with gauze and medical tape. I pulled him into my arms and he broke down crying again, clutching my shirt with one hand. I held him close, wrapping one arm around his waist as he laid against me. My other hand gently ran through his hair, trying to calm him. I shushed him softly, and soon his crying slowed and he was asleep. I wiped away the tears on his face as two more streamed down mine. I wanted to know why he tried to kill himself, but decided it was a bad idea to ask him now.

I heard the front door open and his mother call his name. I didn't say anything as he peacefully slept against me, leaning into my body for comfort. I kissed his forehead gently as his face was resting on my collarbone.

His mother opened the door with a confused look before noticing the blood on the floor and the gauze on his arm. Her eyes widened and she looked scared. "What happened?" she asked.

"I'll tell you in a second. Can you help me take him to his bed?" I whispered, trying not to wake Ricky. She nodded and helped me carry her son to his bed. We laid him down and then I led her into the hallway, closing his door behind me.

"He..." I paused, unsure how I should word it. "He tried to kill himself."

"What?" she gasped, tears in her eyes. "Why?"

I looked at his door. "I don't know. I want to ask him, but I'll wait until later."

She nodded, and before she said anything, I heard Ricky call my name. I opened the door and we both stepped inside. He was sitting up in bed, looking tired. "Hey Ricky," I said softly. "How are you?"

His expression fell a little. "I'm really sorry," he said.

I sat on the bed beside him. "Don't be sorry," I said, placing my hand on his. "Just don't do it again. You scared me to death."

He threw his arms around me and hugged me. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to."

"We can talk about this later. You need to get some sleep." I said, gently pushing him down on the bed. He agreed before looking to his mom. "Can she stay over tonight?" I looked up at his mom, who smiled softly. "Of course," she replied before leaving the room.

I turned to Ricky and played with his hair as he laid there beside me. "Can you lay with me?" he asked quietly. I shuffled down beside him and he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead. I felt his lips kiss my neck before looking up at me. He leaned up and kissed my lips gently before resuming his position curled up to me. I rested my head against his and soon fell asleep, hearing his breathing even out as well.