Wrong

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⚠ Abuse, talk of self harm ⚠

*Eddie's POV*

I woke up with Daniel's angry, bright red face staring down at me.

"What the hell?!" he growled. "You know the rules. If you're going to cut, you have to make sure you don't pass out! Because now you're at MDI and everyone is asking about the bruises! Dumbass!" he hissed at me, keeping his voice down. I whimpered.

"I'm sorry Danny, I didn't mean to-"

"I don't care if you meant it or not, it still happened! As soon as we get home, you're getting punished, got it?" I nodded my head reluctantly.

Just then, the Losers burst into the room.

"Eds! What happened?!" Richie said, running up to me. I looked over at Daniel, but he was already gone. I know he hates the Losers and always tries to stay away. So it's not a surprise that he left.

I turned to Richie and the other Losers. They looked so worried, but I don't know why. They shouldn't care about me, I'm useless and ugly and pathetic and worthless and-

"Eddie?" Bev asked. "What's going on?" I didn't know what to say, so I looked down.

"Can Eddie and I have a moment alone?" I heard Stan ask. Everyone walked out and I heard Stan sit down in the chair next to my hospital bed.

"Ok Eddie, I'm going to show you something that only Bill knows about, ok?" He took a deep breath in and rolled up his sleeves. Dozens upon dozens of cuts covered his arms.

"Wh-... What? Why?"

"So you know how my dad got mad at me after my bar mitzvah?" I nodded. Even though only Richie went, they still told us how badass Stan was. Stan said that his dad yelled at him, but it was worth it. "Well, that night, he started abusing me. It stayed with me, all of the words that he said to me, all of the punches he threw. So, ever since I was 13, I've cut myself."

"Stan..." I whispered and hugged him tightly. Out of all of the Losers, I was the only one who deserved to cut. I don't want any of them to be in pain.

"When I saw you acting kinda skittish at the Potluck, and then the doctors told us you lost a lot of blood, I assumed that's what you did too, right? You cut yourself too deep?" I didn't dare look at Stan when I nodded my head. I heard him let out a shaky sigh.

"Was it on purpose? Were you-... were you trying to kill yourself?"

"No! Well... not really. I was just trying to give myself what I deserved. And if I killed myself in the process? Oh well." I muttered and Stan instantly gave me a hug.

"Eddie, you don't deserve this, I promise you. You're loved and appreciated and cared about. I know your mom was a dick to you, but she doesn't matter. Just think about the Losers and Dan! We all love you! None of us want you to get hurt." he tried to reassure me everything was going to be ok, but I just started to cry. Yeah, the Losers and Danny love me, but Dan definitely wants me to get hurt.

I know he says he does it because he loves me, but what if he doesn't?

No. He does. I'm sure of it. He has to! Why else would he put up with me and all of my mistakes if he doesn't love me?

I shake that thought out of my head and refocus my attention on Stan, who has been telling me reassuring things for a little while now.

"Can we have a turn talking to the Spaghetti Head, Stan?" Richie asked as he and the other Losers walked back into the room. Stan quickly pulled down his sleeves and wiped his eyes.

"Yeah, come on in."

"So Eds, they're treating you all right in here?" Richie asked and sat down on the end of my bed.

"Yeah," I nodded. "And don't call me Eds. Or Spaghetti Head."

"What am I supposed to call you, Eddie? That's so bland! What about Edward, it's super fancy." Richie added his "rich person" accent to his last sentence. I laughed, but hoped he wouldn't call me Edward. It's what Danny calls me when he's really mad. It just brings back too many bad memories.

"That's even worse." I said with a chuckle, hoping the suggestion was a joke.

"Anyways, you're very lucky Eddie Spaghetti!" I blushed at the nickname, glad he wasn't calling me Edward. "When Bill called me, I decided to bring over some movies to watch. Sooooo, we can watch them here!"

He lifted up the BEST movies of all time- Edward Scissorhands, Beetlejuice and Heathers. The best part about all of them was obviously Winona Ryder.

She's only 3 years older than us, and I'm insanely jealous of her. I mean, she got to act alongside Johnny Depp and Christian Slater! They're so hot, and so is she. I would go straight for Winona.

Honestly, Lydia Deetz is relatable. All of the Losers quote her constantly, even though the movie came out 9 years ago.

Richie popped in the taping of Heathers first. We practically knew all of the lines by heart. JD was about to poison Heather Chandler when the doctor came back into the room. Everyone left and he came over the check my bandages and to make sure I was stable.

Once the Losers were out of the room, Daniel walked back in. He waited in the corner until the doctor left. The Losers didn't come back in after seeing Danny, knowing he probably wanted some alone time with his boyfriend.

"Are you ok now?" he asked in a surprisingly caring voice.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now Dan." I smiled up at him. He leaned in to give me a kiss and I closed my eyes.

Instead of feeling a kiss, I felt a sharp pain as his hand hit my face. My eyes popped open and I saw him glare down at me.

"Don't act so cheery, you piece of shit. You know what you did was wrong. You can leave now, so I told those losers outside that you need some rest. We're going straight home."

I nodded and looked down.

"I already signed us out, let's go."

He grabbed my wrist tightly, making me wince, and dragged me out of the room.

The entire car ride, I was apologizing. I tried to tell Danny that I didn't mean to cut that deep. He wouldn't listen to me. Once he parked the car in our driveway, he turned to me, rage in his eyes.

"Get upstairs. Now. I'll be in there soon."

I whimpered and got out of the car. As I walked into the house and up to our bedroom, I could only think one thing.

I'm in deep shit.