Infamous *Ricky Horror Love Story*

Chapter 11: Trouble In Paradise

"You cheated." Balz accused. "I did not! I won fair and square!" I retort. "Yes you did!" Balz screamed. I rolled my eyes. Another fight between Josh and I, things were getting worse and worse between us. I want my best friend back. End of story. "I'm sick of us fighting!" I yelled. Balz jumped up from the couch. "Guys, calm down." Brandon frowns. "Shut up!" Balz yelled at him. I shushed Balz, before it became bad. "If you wouldn't start it all...." Balz snapped at me.

"I want my fucking best friend back!" I screamed at him. My heart was breaking from all the fighting we were doing. "Then maybe we should just break up!" Balz yelled. I paused for a moment, blinking slowly. "Is that what you want?" I whispered. "Yeah. I think so." Balz replies. My lower lip start quviering, and was jutted out far. My eyes were stinging like crazy, and I was trying hard not to cry.

"I need to go..." Brandon said, getting off the bus. Balz followed him without a single word. I fell onto the couch, and making sure no one heard me. I let out a long pityful cry that aching inside of me. I had my head down on the table, pouring out my heart and soul onto a useless empty table. Salty warm tears coated the table, making it slick and shiney. My body was shaking, and my breaths were quick and jittery. In my destroyed state, I started clawing at my throat, and wrists. I just stared off at my reflection. Black tears on my pale cheeks, distant brown eyes, and cracked puffy lips.

"Riot?" A voice called. I didn't respond, just mumbled words that I don't even understand. "Riot." The voice called out again. I didn't look over. The voice was so distant, so far away. A pair of hands grabbed onto me. I didn't move an inch. The hands slipped into mine, then disappeared again. "Riot!" The voice half screamed. I blinked a couple times, and looked down at my hands. My hands were rusted color. My wrists looked like something from a horror movie. They were sliced up, and bloody. My legs were cut up too. My throat felt strange and scratchy. I looked at the hands that were latched on to mine. The hands were obviously male, the male had nails that were black with chunks missing. I followed the hands to arms to the face. The face belonged to Ricky.

"Riot..." He trailed off. I stared at him. There was a bloody butcher knife on the table. I stared at the knife hard, then I remember that I grabbed it. I must've blacked out or something. I sat there limp. My breathing became rapid. "I can't." I managed to choke out. Ricky grabbed me, wrapping me into a hug. I didn't even respond at all. I stared at the empty driver's seat.

"Rick...What. The. Hell. Happened?" Chris screamed.He rushes towards me. "I don't know I found her like this." Ricky defended. Chris pulled me off of Ricky and over to him. "Riot, look at me." I brought my eyes to Chris. "What happened?" Chris asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Josh...we broke up." I mumbled, repeating it over and over. "I'm going to kill him!" Chris snapped.

"Chris calm down. Riot look at me." Ricky interjected. I moved my eyes over to Ricky. "Wake up Riot. WAKE UP! Stop acting like this! Where's you fighting spirit?" Ricky begged. "Dead." I replied. "Let's just fix her up for right now." Ricky replies. In moments I felt a cold rag against my wrists, legs, and neck. I blinked a couple more times, starting to come back to Earth. I stared at Ricky who was almost finish to tending to my wounds.

"Chris go to my bunk and get my pills." Ricky says. In moments, Chris comes back with a bottle of pills. "Take this." Ricky instructs, putting a pill in my hand. I swallowed it but felt no different. "Chris, go play the fucking show. Get someone to play for me, say I'm sick. I'll stay here, and watch Riot." Ricky says. Chris leaves without a fight.

"Riot, look at me." Ricky yells. I look at him but my soul is dead. I had one thing on my mind.

"I'm getting drunk."