Chapter 7
RYAN'S POV
*One Week Later*
Well, I gave it a week and the hate keeps coming. It's gotten worse too, but I haven't said a word to Ronnie. Once everyone was asleep, I snuck out of the bus and sat down on the curb. I can't take this anymore. I looked in my hands, looking at the bottle of vodka and the brand new bottle of pain killers.
I opened the pain killers and poured all of them into my mouth, taking a swig of vodka to swallow them. I continued to drink the bottle until it was finished. I'm such a screw up, I'm a fuck up and now everyone hates me because I'm gay.
I smahed the empty bottle, bursting into tears. I felt the effect of the pain killers with the alcohol kick in and a smile spread across my face. I reached out and grabbed a shard of glass, making a deep cut across my wrist, watching as it bled. Before I knew it, darkness overcame me.
RONNIE'S POV
I woke up and noticed Ryan wasn't next to me. I got up and walked out of my room, passed the bunks and went into the lounge. He wasn't anywhere there so I checked the few empty bunks but he wasn't there either. I figured he wouldn't be in a bunk with one of the guys so I decided to check outside. I opened the door and stepped out, looking to the right and didn't see anything
I looked to my left and almost fell to my knees as the sight I saw. I ran over to my boyfriend's motionless body and bit down on my lip to hold back the tears. I saw there was broken glass in front of him and a deep gash on his wrist. I noticed there was also an empty pain killer bottle too. Fuck! He tried to kill himself.
He was barley breathing and he barley had a pulse, but at least he was alive. For now. I quickly raced into the bus, grabbed my phone and ran back out, dialing 911. While I was in the bus, I had grabbed a towel too so I wrapped his arm in the towel, hoping to stop the bleeding. I rested his head on my lap so his head wasn't on the concrete.
"911, what is your emergency."
"M-My boyfriend, h-he tried to kill himself." I sobbed, not able to hold back the tears anymore.
"Okay, what is your location?" I gave her the venue address, pushing Ryan's hair out of his face. "An ambulance is on it's way. What is your boyfriend's name?"
"Ryan Seaman."
"How about yours?"
"Ronnie Radke."
"Do you know what he used?"
"A-A bottle of pain killers and maybe alcohol, I don't know. There's a pile of glass in front of him that I don't remember being there before."
"Can you figure out what it is? Maybe you can piece together the label?"
"I-I'll try." I said, putting the phone on speaker and carefully looking at the glass, eventually pieceing together the label.
"Vodka." I told her.
"Okay."
"I have a question. We're in a band so we're on a tour bus but we're outside right now. Would I be able to move him inside?"
"Yes sir, just make sure the paramedics can get to you." I figured it would be harder for them to get to him inside the bus so I just stayed outside. "Sir, just stay on the phone until the paramedics arrive, okay?"
"O-Okay." I said. I stood up and started banging on the bus, hoping to get the guys' attention. I went back to Ryan and waited for the guys to come out. I waited for a few minutes and nobody came out so I banged on the bus again.
"GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!" I screamed, going back to Ryan. The door opened and Derek peeked his head out.
"What the fuck is going on Ronnie?"
"Ryan tried to kill himself." I cried and Derek's eyes went wide.
"I'll get the guys."
"Can you bring me some clothes?"
"Yeah." He said, going back into the bus. A few minute later, all four guys rushed out, coming over to us.
"What happened?" Ron asked.
"He took a bottle of pain killers and downed them with vodka. He also cut himself really deep." I said, pulling on the clothes Derek brought me.
"Oh my god." Jacky said.
"I'm really worried guys."
"Well, did you call a paramedic?" Derek asked.
"Of course." I snapped as I heard sirens. "Sorry." I said.
"It's fine." Derek said.
"Do you know what caused it?" Jacky asked.
"One of you go get me Ryan's phone." I said and Ron walked onto the bus. The ambulance pulled up and a few guys rushed out. They got Ryan onto a stretcher and loaded him into the ambulance.
"Can I ride with him, I'm his boyfriend." I told a paramedic.
"Go on." The paramedic said and I looked back at the guys.
"We'll meet you at the hospital." They said and I nodded as they ran onto the bus. I climbed into the back and sat in the chair, watching as they worked on Ryan. We got to the hospital and they rushed Ryan in, leaving me alone. I got out of the ambulance and walked into the waiting room, sitting down and putting my head into my hands.
Five minutes later, the guys rushed in and sat in the chairs next to me.
"Here's his phone." Ron said.
"Thanks." i said, not able to bring myself to look through it. Five more minutes later, a doctor walked in.
"Ryan Seaman?" I stood up and walked over to the doctor. "And who are you?"
"His boyfriend." I said and the doctor raised his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, only family."
"His fucking family is in Utah! Please just let me see him!" I cried. "Would you let me back if I lied and said he was my brother? Please!"
"Sir, just calm down. We were able to close up the wound and we're pumping his stomach of the pills and alcohol. Do you know what may have caused this?"
"I think some Twitter comments just got to him."
"Alright, room 105." He said and I thanked him, rushing through the doors and to his room. I walked in and a breath caught in my throat. He was hooked up to so many machines and had a oxygen mask over his face.
I sat down next to his bed and grabbed his hand, beginning to sob.
"Ryan, please don't leave me. I love you." I cried, kissing his hand. I took a deep breath and unlocked his phone, going to Twitter seeing hateful comments, worse than when he showed me a week ago. Why didn't he tell me about this?
I heard a knock on the door and sighed.
"Come in!" I called and the guys walked in.
"Oh, you looked at Ryan's phone, Did you find what you were looking for?" Jacky asked.
"Yeah, the fucking Twitter comments finally got to him. They're so fucking hateful." I said, showing them.
"Oh my god." They said and I nodded.
"Please wake up Ryan." I said, squeezing his hand.
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