~Imessage~
Groupchat: Losers😋❤😧Beverly Hills😂👑
Hey guys! Wanna hangout?B-b-bill😀😋
Can't. Going to speech.Eds💚😝
Yeah I'm down.Benny😇
I'm at the library. You know how it is!Beverly Hills😂👑
You are always at the library! Take a break loser!Mike😏🎤
Hey! You are a loser too!Stan the Man😆💙
Yeah I can hang.Beautiful Weirdo😍❤
Sorry y/n and I are busy.B-b-bill😀😋
Ohh! Tozier get some!😉Y/n😴💘
Woaahh! Get your head outta the gutter!Beverly Hills😂👑
Then what are you guys up to?Mike😏🎤
Yeah! Are we too cool for you to hang with ;)Beautiful Weirdo😍❤
Babe, you wanna tell them?Eds💚😝
Tell us what?! Is everything alright?Y/n😴💘
Um.. we are at the hospital cause my mom stabbed my dad..Stan The Man😆💙
Omg! Y/n are you okay?!Beverly Hills😂👑
What the hell? I thought she was long gone!Y/n😴💘
So did I but I guess not. My dad will be alright though. I'm okay.Benny😇
You sure?Y/n😴💘
Yeah. I have Richie with me :)B-b-bill😀😋
Mmhhm ;)Beautiful Weirdo😍❤
Oml! Stopppppp.Eds💚😝
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Back to real life
"They are so weird!" I laughed. Richie nodded. We were in the waiting room waiting for some type of news. "Mrs. L/n?" The doctor came towards us. I stood up. "Yes?" I anxiously asked. "We have a... problem. The paramedics told you that your father was going to be fine but that was false information. Where he has been stabbed, it wasn't in his stomach. It was actually right above it, causing his heart to be in critical damage. We may try to put him through surgery but I don't think he'll make it." The doctor informed. I put my hands over my mouth sobbing. "No! This can't be happening!" I screamed. "I'm so sorry." The doctor walked away. I fell to my knees. I sobbed so hard my chest hurt. My stomach is sore already. It feels like I can't breathe. Why? Why does this shit happen to me? And me only?! This is so unfair! First, my mom and now my dad?! Why?! "Y/n." Richie bent down embracing me in a tight hug. His hand went up and down my back as I sobbed into his shirt. "Why?!" I sobbed. "I don't know what to say babe." He said. I just kept crying. I cried till there was no more tears. I felt completely broken. My head is pounding. I feel.. numb. Like everything around me just disappeared. Then all I saw was black.
-Time Skip-
'Y/n! Come back to me. Don't leave me! I love you! Everything will be alright!' Those words echoed. I sat up quickly. I looked around and recognized the familiar room. My bedroom. How did I get here? I looked over to see Richie sleeping next to me. His face was stained with old tears. He was crying? "Richie?" I shook him lightly. His eyes fluttered open. He looked at me. His eyes widened once he realized that I was up. "Oh my god y/n!" He sat up and attacked me in a hug. I hugged him back. "What happened?" I asked pulling away. "You blacked out. You were out for like 2 days." He explained. "2 days?!" I exclaimed. He nodded. Suddenly I remembered my dad. Tears started spilling out of my eyes. "Is my dad dead?" I hesitated. Richie shook his head. "It's all my fault! He's dead because of me!" I started sobbing again. "Hey, this isn't your fault! You did nothing to cause his death." Richie stared me straight in the eyes. I cried. He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder. "You don't deserve this. You are so amazing, beautiful, wonderfully weird, funny, and it's not fair that you have to go through all this shit." Richie whispered. I looked up at him. He stared back at me. He looked angry but upset at the same time. "I love you and I'll be here always." Tears started slipping from his eyes now. I sat up and wiped the tears from eyes and cheeks. "I love you more trashmouth. And you shouldn't have to be going through this." I sighed leaving my hands on his pale freckled face. "We are in it together." He smiled. I pulled him into a kiss which grew a little intense but stopped before anything went too far.Narrator's POV
The girl who has lost almost everything in the 17 years of her life. (I can't remember if I told you that you are 17 and it's not 1980 something hehe)
She was damaged. People say that some kids have it bad and she was one of them. Abusive mom. Now a dead dad. Big amounts of guilt. Who could live with all of that? Apparently the curly haired boy that caught her eye keeps that rare smile on her face. The freckled boy was known as the biggest loser of them all. The trashmouth. Inappropriate jokes that no one would ever laugh at. He was the biggest joke people would laugh at and talk about. He was just as damaged as the girl in front of him. Looking into each other's eyes was like seeing each other. Straight through. No burden just a broken heart. Richie knew he was perfect for her. He would do anything to keep her safe. But he feels like he already failed. Ever since he met this beautiful girl, all he's seen is pain. Tears. Regret. Guilt. It killed him inside knowing she's hurt. He couldn't even imagine what would happen if he ever lost her. But why would he? He loves her. Before they met, he was the biggest douche in the whole town. Everybody knew Richie Tozier as the trashmouth loser that laughed at his own jokes about his best friend's mom. He tried to get into girls' pants. But then she came along and changed him completely. He cared. He's happy. But just like his love, that happiness fades as that grey cloud comes rolling over. The sun never shines for long. Why is that? Why do their lives keep getting fucked up? They want each other. They need each other. The couple shares yet another soft kiss before getting close to each other as possible. The girl feeling safe in his slightly big arms wrapping around her. Keeping her warm from cold reality. As he is happy holding her. Knowing that she is safe in his arms and just his. She loves him. He loves her. Who knew love could be so strong for such a young couple who probably doesn't even know the real definition for love. Just knowing that they can feel it buried deep inside. They found someone to stitch up a broken soul that was once full. The couple dozed off into a deep sleep. Preparing for what the future brings them. Scared that it would yet be another tragedy. As they are used to it. Guess they have to wait and see.Word Count: 1239 words
A/n: Two updates in one day whoop! Sorry if this isn't good, it's like 11 pm on a school night and I'm tired :) Thanks for reading!!💘💚
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Broken Homes, Healing Hearts
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