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1. Richie's POV (2:00 p.m.)

Trigger warning! If you get disturbed by sensitive subjects(suicide), PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY!

I've always wondered when my breaking point would be. When I've had enough of my disgusting abused, high, drunk self. When I was absolutely sure I was done with life. Just wanted it to end.

This was my breaking point.

I stand alone in my bedroom, the bathtub filling with water. The cheap light bulb flickering onto my naked appearance; ugly, bruised. Too skinny. I take my mother's shaving razor and slowly dissecting it, pulling the skinny blades out of their home. I hold them in my hand and make my way to the bathtub, the coldness of the water seeping through my toes. I sit down, leaning against the wall, and place the razor to my wrist.

I'm such a coward.

I remember what caused me to be here, all the pain, and I slowly dig the razor deeper and deeper into the flesh, gasping as i slowly drag it up farther and farther. I repeat with the other wrist and sit eagerly waiting for the pain to stop. The loss of blood causes my vision to fade, and I close my eyes, praying my mom won't barge in and try to save me.

Everything fading. Including the pain.

Then, I hear a knock on the door. I'm too weak to say anything, so I just sit there, hoping I'm too far gone. The knock increases to a pound, distorted voices I couldn't hear. Finally, the door slams open, my mom, and my father, halted in fear. They immediatly drag me out of the bathtub, too weak to resent. I hear my mom run downstairs, and back up, screaming into the phone. I can't make out what she's saying. My father is slipping my boxers on, and drags me out of the bathroom. Everything is so chaotic, so much screaming and yelling and running. I'm in the backseat of the car, my dad driving frantically and my mom hugging me, blood seeping into her white clothes, sobbing and telling me things I can't hear.

My dad pulls up into the hospital parking lot, and I am dragged inside, doctors and nurses yelling orders, the flouresant bulbs too bright. I'm whizzed off to an unknown destination, and I watch patients as I pass them. I hear a scream, too masculine to be a girl, but really high pitched. I turn my head to the piercing noise and i see a boy, fighting against restraints. Doctors try to settle him down, his petite body putting up a great fight. He sees me, and his eyes immediatly soften, his doe eyes shining onto my dull life. But I am whisked away too soon to take in the beauty of those eyes. The doctors lift me off of the gurney and onto a blue bed that looks like a cot. I see a doctor with some machine, holds a breathing thing against my face. I shakily breathe in whatever drug is in it, and I feel drowsier than I was before.

"It's okay, Richard. You won't feel a thing," the doctor says. All I see is black.

Okay, so this is the first chapter! I've been working on this for a long time (I wrote in a notebook, old fashioned, right?)
Eddie's point of view will be next chapter, so stay tuned
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