'Where the fuck is he?'
Eddie says in his head. He had been sitting criss cross on the floor waiting in the kids shoe section for 20 minutes. Eddie didn't even know what Richie looked like. He knew Richie wasn't much older than him so he assumed he looked his age. Eddie got up and ran to the bathroom, his anxiety suddenly telling him he was too ugly for Richie to see him. Richie was probably a tall, beautiful, skinny, flawless angel and Eddie was hideous, fat, stupid and annoying. He hated every millimetre of himself. He looks in the mirror and puts his hands on his cheeks, staring into the mirror. He leans closer.
"Fucking disgusting!"
He yells loud enough that people outside the bathroom definitely heard him. Nobody was inside the bathroom thankfully. He Speed-walks angrily to the farthest stall and avoids the germ-filled walls. He unzips his yellow fanny pack and pulls out a little envelope, he opens it and pulls out the blade. A single edged blade. He rolls up his sleeve and does 4 cuts, slightly bigger than usual. He broke his clean streak but didn't give a fuck. He hated himself, hated the world, and he hated everything else. He puts the blade back and pulls out a 4x4 non-stick gauze sheet, a 5x5 gauze sheet, medical tape and alcohol disinfectant wipes. He bandages his arm like a doctor would, puts his garbage in the garbage, rolls down his sleeve, tosses the blade behind him carelessly (he has hundreds) and walks home.
