Help me. (Rickian)

Chapter 2

Ricky pov:

Kian: Ricky?!? Ricky!!

He spots me in my room, editing a video. His smile won't break. Something good happened to him at least.

Kian: Andrea apologized.

I sit there, speechless. After everything she's done to him, he's giving her another fucking chance.

Kian: We're going out later.

I still didn't give two shits. He just broke my heart.

Ricky: Get out.

Kian: What?

Ricky: Get the fuck out of my damn room, Kian!

He gets up and walks out, still looking confused. I jump up and slam the door, crying my eyes out. Then, I run into my built-in bathroom and slam that door, too. I gripped the side of the counter, pointing out all of my flaws. Ugly. Fat. Baggy clothes. Baggy flesh. Then, as I'm counting, something catches my eye.

A razor.

Of course Kian doesn't love me. Who would? I'm a mess. Then, I put the razor to my wrist, slicing it slowly. I need this pain. I deserve every second of it. Then, when I'm out of my zone, I hear pounding outside of my door. I open it, then I pass out.

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Kian pov (after he told Ricky about Andrea):

I hear a door slam behind me. God, he's mad. I hear a quieter slam and realize Ricky went into his bathroom. Shit. He's upset, and went into his bathroom. This won't end well. I run to his door and pound on it, yelling.

Kian: RICKY!!! PLEASE RICKYY!! OPEN UP! PLEASE! Please...

I'm sobbing by now, with my back against the door. I fall backwards, then hear a thud. I turn around, slowly. I'm scared to see the horror behind the door.

I see a passed out Ricky with blood all over him, super pale, blood also coming out of his head from hitting it. My mouth drops open at the sight of my best friend.

Kian: JC!!! CONNOR!!! HELP! PLEASE!!!!

They almost immediately ran upstairs. Then they saw Ricky. It broke my heart to see him like this. I love him.