Not Too Fragile (An O2L Love Story)

Chapter 4- Run Away

Trevor's POV

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. I mean, Ricky is doing this out of pity and we all know that. He doesn't actually like me, duh. I quickly pushed Ricky and Connor out of the doorway and ran. I could hear various footsteps trailing behind me, but that's what made me go further. Although Connor was on the track team, it didn't help. He eventually caught up to me, catching me and took me to a secluded park. I dunno where we were but I know he wants to talk about something I don't want to talk about. Once we arrived at this secluded park, he sat me down and questioned me questions I didn't answer. Although our eye connection was so awkward, he obviously didn't care. All of a sudden, my arms started to itch. And not like a mosquito bite itch. Like a 'I need to cut again or I'll go crazy' kind of itch. But I couldn't just walk out. I had to stay through this pain of actually talking to someone else. But talking instead of ignoring will make this go faster, meaning I can go home sooner. Which means I have to face everyone else there! Yay!

Kian's POV

I stormed out of the house, not dating to look back. Although I don't know why I did, because I'm happy Ricky broke up with me. Because believe it or not... I want to be with Sam! Who have I talked to before? Connor? He's probably sorting something else out. I couldn't help but go home and apologize. Because now I feel really bad for leaving. After a while of driving, I turned onto our street, passing the park. I saw a few shadows in the dim and foggy light outside, but I swear one of them was Connor. Me being the idiot I am, I decided to investigate. I walked over, so they couldn't see or hear me. But It's Trevor and Connor defiantly. I heard soft mumbles like 'why won't he like me back?' 'I feel ill never be loved..' Etc. Who is this 'he'? Then Connor said soft things like 'Ricky does like you back. You heard him!' And 'you are loved.' Stuff like that. Ricky? OMG! #Tricky! I ship it!! I decided to go home because I feel bad for eavesdropping. I eventually pulled up to the house, and once I walked in, heard nothing but crying and screaming. I ran upstairs to make sure no one (*cough* *cough* Ricky *cough* *cough*) But he was. I stepped into the bathroom and saw nothing but blood. Bloody legs, bloody arms, bloody floor, bloody him. But that wasn't what was the worst. I wiped a little blood away from his arm, and read 'why won't he love me back?' Was literally carved into his arm. Why won't wh-.. It all makes sense now! Trevor likes Ricky and Ricky likes Trevor but they're in denial! I think. I hope. Wow. I called an ambulance and they came pretty quick. Calling Connor was easy, as he came with Trevor. I called Jc and Sam from who knows where they were, but I know one thing for sure... Ricky could die. He could literally die. Seriously imagine a world without Mister Mini Crab Face! Without the lovable sass. Without his tank tops everywhere. Without a twerking partner for Trevor. Without a singing partner for him. But most of all, without being Trevor's Someone.

We were on our way to the hospital, but it was a long, boring drive (causes of traffic). But once we all got there, Ricky was already in surgery. They said in 10 hours tops we can see him. After about 8 hours of waiting, the doctors called us.

"Ricky Dillon?" They shouted. Four of us stood up, while Connor carried Trevor bridal style because he was sleeping and we didn't want to wake him up.

"Follow me." He said as we all followed him up to the third floor, where Ricky was in recovery. We stopped outside the door.

"Okay so he is under suicide watch. We have a prescription for anti depressants and does anyone know why he did this?" He asked, giving me the papers.

"Uhh... I think I do." I blurted out.