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32 - rock bottom

Warning: suicide attempt

Richie woke up with a headache and the sun shining bright through his dusty window. He checked the time on his phone, 8:45am. He had slept all through the night after he collapsed in bed

He stumbles out of bed, rubbing his eyes. He cleans the lenses of his glasses with his shirt and heads downstairs to see if there's any food, he hasn't really eaten much at all recently

He makes his way to the counter in the kitchen and finds a note stuck to the cabinet over the sink. It's from his dad

I'm going on a little trip out of town for work stuff, I'll be back in a week or so. The house better be clean when I come back

Richie rolls his eyes at the note and tears it in half, throwing it in the trash. No, I won't clean the house up for you.

He goes to the living room deciding he might as well see what's on TV. He's had nothing to do lately, not really wanting to hang out with the losers. He plops on the grubby couch and turns the TV on, flipping through the very few channels they had. The only options he seems to have right now is Dr. Phil, the news, and some nun opera situation. He decides on the news, might as well check out what out of control bar fights happened this week

It's just the weather for a little bit, until the news lady starts talking about some woman's suicide attempt. Once he hears the name of the woman, he practically shits his pants and stares wide eyed at the TV

"Maggie Tozier, found outside of Center Street Drug Store and Pharmacy over dosing on various drugs. Police reported it as a failed suicide attempt after Tozier was screaming to the police 'let me die, let me out of my misery'
She was rushed to the hospital to get her stomach pumped and is now recovering"

Richie slowly lifted the remote turning off the TV. He looked down at his shaking hands, a single tear sliding down his cheek. It's my fault. If it weren't for what happened she wouldn't have done that

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to start his day off with yet another mental breakdown. He couldn't help thinking that it was all his fault. He thought about how she was pretty much all she had left, besides the losers. Without her it was just him and his dad. That's it

Richie sits on the couch for about 10 more minutes, just thinking, crying into his cupped hands covering his face. He's interrupted by the home phone ringing. He completely ignores it. After the beep signaling an incoming voicemail, he's yet again shocked to hear the voice of none other then Mrs Kaspbitch herself, the woman tearing his life apart. He perks up, all of his attention now of the answering machine of his land line

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Tozier, I'm calling concerning our children's inappropriate relationship. I'm sure you know about it already, but if you don't I would like to let you know that my Edward and your son have been engaging in queer behaviors that are very inappropriate and inflicting harm to my poor sons mental health. Your son has been causing it, I presume, assuming my Eddie is being peer pressured into an unhealthy and abusive relationship"

"What the fuck..." Richie whispers, eyes glued to the phone

"Eddie told me he your son was pressuring him into sexual activities that he felt uncomfortable with"

"What the fuck!!" Richie repeats shouting this time. He's never pressured Eddie into anything, he's never even done anything that "sexual" with him in the first place!

"So anyways, I've decided to take measures into my own hands and have dealt with the issue myself. You won't have to worry about them ever seeing each other again, because I personally...executed Edward myself. I'd appreciate if you don't contact the police about this, considering it's a favor for you too. Alright, that's all I wanted to say, have a nice day."