Newsies Short Stories

Ralbert- hurt

TW also I'm sorry

Race was sat on his couch in his and Alberts apart. The tears that were building up in his eyes made the bright blue fade into a dark blue. His cigar sat unlit in the coffee table. His hands fidgeting together not wanting to pick the cigar up for fear of what he'd do.

His heart started racing and his hands sweating. He got up quickly, he almost passed out. Race's feet moved quickly to the window and opened it. Fresh always helped him but this time he couldn't be patient. He paced up gap between the couch and the kitchen. His hands occasionally moving to move his curls out of his eyes.

Race didn't want to disturb Albert while he was working. He never did, he hated doing so because Albert loved his work. Even though Albert had told him to call him if something was up Race never did. He couldn't bring himself too. Race couldn't do much when he was panicky or upset. He could only cry, pace, think impulsive thoughts etc. He couldn't really talk or he didn't want to.

Every so often his eyes looked up towards where the bathroom was. Every time this happened Race would mentally slap himself. No. This wasn't happening. He wasn't going to let it but maybe he could. No.

Race hated when he was in minds like this. Why couldn't he just be normal? Why couldn't he just ignore his thoughts? All he wanted to do in these moments was cry but he couldn't but he was brilliant at randomly bursting in to tears at any given moment.

His subconscious took over and Race found himself on the floor of the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat of his forehead. The tears finally fell out of his eyes and onto his cheeks. He thought he'd feel relieved but he didn't. He didn't want to give into the thoughts but at the same time he felt as if he needed too. He opened the cupboard and grabbed what he needed to. The bandages, the device, the antiseptic wipes.

Race sat and cried trying to stop himself. He couldn't listen to the thoughts anymore. They were too loud, too strong, too upsetting. It wasn't like Albert would cared. When Race was like this he thought the opposite about Albert to what was the truth. Albert did care, a lot.

"Albert loves his work more than you." Race said to himself even though it wasn't true. Albert loved nothing more than his sunshine.

Race lightly traced the sharp part against his skin before going over it with pressure. He did a few times repeating things like the last thing he said.

"Albert hates you." Line.

"Albert wants you dead." Line

"Alberts cheating on you." Line

"Even your friends hate you." Line

"Jack and JoJo are only your best friends because they pity you." Line

"Even Crutchie pity's you." Line

This process repeated for a while until Race felt satisfied. He looked down at his thigh and saw the blood. Adrenaline kicked in and Race came to turn with what happened. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and text Albert asked when he was finishing. Albert said he was on his way. Crap.

Race reached up to the door and locked it. If Albert asked he was doing his business. Race grabbed the tissue and placed it on the cuts applying the pressure to stop the bleeding fast. He heard the door open and close. He heard Alberts footsteps go into the the lounge/kitchen and shut the window.

"Sunshine? Why's the window open it's freezing? Where are youse?" Albert shouted.

"I'm on the toilet doing my business and Ise was smoking." Race replied.

Albert ( I wrote my name here and it autocorrected it to Albert) looked on the table. Races cigar was unlit. He was lying. Plus, he never smoked with the window open apart from summer.

"Race?" Albert tried to open the door. "Open the door." He sounded concerned. Race realised he must have connect the dots.

"I'm on the toilet." Race lied.

"Youse only lock if guests are round. Open the door Race." Albert said.

At this point Race had stopped the bleeding. He was always able to stop it fast. He wiped the cuts with the wipes quickly reminding himself to do it again. He put the blade in the toilet and the rubbish in trash but hidden. He flushed the toilet, pulled his trousers up and came out. Completely forgetting about his tears.

"Have youse been crying?" Albert said looking like he was going to start crying.

Race couldn't hold it in anymore. He buried his head into Alberts chest and broke down.

"Ise sorry...Ise messed up." Race sobbed.

Albert picked him up and took him into their room. He sat on the bed with Race in his arms.

"Ise will look in the morning and we can talk then too because Ise know Youse prefer it like that." Albert whispered gently.

That's how they fell asleep. Together. Just like Albert said he looked in the morning and cleaned it and bandaged it. He spoke with Race and helped him the best he could. Race and Albert spent the whole day cuddling.

A/N- I'm sorry this was depressing. I'm also sorry that this is my longest story on here and it's depressing. The next one will be depressing too. Sorry.