Misunfortunate

10 - The Blackout

Patty's POV

We made our way into the room and immediately were distracted.

There were band posters stuck everywhere and in the places there weren't band posters there was art, which I'm assuming were his, spread in the gaps.

He had a double bed hidden in the corner, covered in all different sizes of textbooks, and the same with his desk. You couldn't even see under it as it was full of paper, sketchbooks and art supplies.

There were occasionally obvious stains of paint and pens etc on the floor and there were a few drawings on his furniture and walls were there was space.

There was a few items of clothing on his bed and his chair and then there was also paper and supplies sprawled across the floor.

"Dude your rooms sick!" Johnny announced.

"Yeah but messy" Otto laughed.

"It's an organized mess" Nick shrugged and sat in his bed.

"Not gonna try to stop us?" I began.

"Well, you're already in here so I can't be bothered anymore" he said after picking up another random sketchbook, finding a pencil on the floor, and started sketching again.

"Is that all you do?" Johnny asked, taking the book from his hands and looking through the pages, causing Nick to pout and try to grab it back. With no luck he gave up and answered Johnny's question.

"Pretty much..."

"These are really good" we kept complementing as all of us were just looking through books we found in the floor.

"..thank you" He shyly looked down, picking up, yet again, another sketchbook and, guess what, drawing in it.

"I'm guessing a lot of these are unfinished as you keep picking up random sketchbooks and either starting or continuing a piece" I acknowledged.

"Yeah I guess, but I usually end up finishing them, I put dates when I finish them anyway so I know when I did" he shrugged.

"...Can we talk about-"

"No." Johnny was interrupted immediately after starting to talk.

"He has a point though-"

"No" Nick kept deadpanning.

"But we really-"

"Shut the fuck up or I'll kick you out of my house" he gave me a passive aggressive smile before returning to his sketchbook and the rest of us gave each other a look.

Nick's POV

If these fucking people talk to me about my problems one more time I swear I'm gonna kill one of them.

They already saw the cuts, I know they did, and I know that they know, I know they know I did. That's complicated Jesus. (You don't understand how long it took me to figure this out and I'm pretty sure it's still wrong😂😂)

They don't stop looking at my arms or trying to bring up a conversation about it, can I not have fucking privacy, I didn't ask for you and your posse to intrude in my life and literally lock me in a room to try and get answers.

I wanted to do it so bad right now but they'd see through me, somehow. Even if I just said I was going to the bathroom, they probably wouldn't even trust me. At this point they know so much, I never wanted it to end up like this, and I've never hated myself more, apart from that one time...

There was so much pain it was unbearable, so many cuts and bruises....but it was okay, I deserved it. I had time, they went to the pub for at least 3 hours.

Maybe pills? From where though? Hanging? Yes, that'll work, a belt, I have plenty of those.

Trying to hang the belt on my lamp was unbearably difficult so I went downstairs where there was more stuff to hang the belt on. I didn't bother writing a note, there was no one who cares for me anyway so there's no point.

Once done I grabbed a stool and got into position. Placing my head in the noose and tightening it. Well, here goes nothing.

It went kinda fast, I kicked the stool and I couldn't breath and then everything just went black.

I could see Sean, was it really him? I smiled and ran over to him.

"S-Sean" he looked upset?

"Hello Nick" he smiled sadly.

"Why are you so sad, are you not happy to see me?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm more than happy to see you, it's just, I told you not to do this, not to do what I did, and you did" he frowned.

"I'm s-sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. Anything, my 'parents', the bullies and everything else, it was getting too much"

"Yeah, I know...but....it's not your time. I'm sorry Nick" he lost the little happiness he had in his eyes.

"W-What?" I was confused.

"I'm sorry....." and before I knew it my surroundings became clear again and I sat up quickly gasping for air.

I looked around and the belt was beside me cut in half from what looks like a knife. I looked to the side and saw Len sitting on the arm chair smoking a cigarette and when I looked to the other side, Clara was smirking on the sofa.

"You think you could escape us that quickly?" Len Laughed sinisterly.

"We weren't gonna let you die, it would be too suspicious of us, so unfortunately Len had to cut the belt down" she rolled her eyes.

"You fell to the ground so we just left you there." She finished.

What made me really concerned is that Len was looking at me with the knife still in hand, I knew he wouldn't kill me, but he could do much worse....

Okay this chapter is wayyy too cringy for my liking and I was considering scrapping it but I have some more chapters typed out and it wouldn't match up. Sorry for forgetting to publish so much, like I said, I have a few chapters typed out so I should be okay but I'm just forgetful. 😂😂