Richie turned around lazily, as if he weren't about to jump off a one hundred foot cliff. "Huh?" He breathes out. "Richie please get down from there, please," the younger teen pleaded. Richie shrugged, "why?" Stan shakily took a step closer. "Richie, this isn't worth it, please. You've got so much to live for." Richie laughed at the boys words. "Oh yeah? Well, mister savior, let's hear a list?" Richie held his shit eating grin. "Well, come on, let's hear it. I've not got all day, see I've got plans. So I'll need you to make this quick." Stan stood there looking at Richie. He honestly couldn't think of anything, reason being- "oh, boy, you can't even name yourself either. Say, where have you been for the past year?" Richie held the smile, that was really bringing an overwhelming since of guilt to the curly headed boy Richie referred to. "Rich, you know a lot happened. It's not my fault." Stan said, shakily. He sounded breathless, like he was about to have an asthma attack. But he doesn't even have asthma. "You're pinning the blame on a boy who is inches away from taking their own life? Wow, Stan, did you come here to save me or encourage me?" Thats when the smile faded into a sense of anger and hurt. "Richie just come down, we can talk. And we can fix things. Please." Stan stepped closer. And then Richie heard it, the sirens. "Stan you asshole, you complete asshole. You called the fucking ambulance? Fuck you stanley uris." Richie turned back around. He would much rather hurdle down this cliff then go to a mental hospital but Stan grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Richie immediately started hitting and squirming. "Let me go! Let me go! Fuck off Stan! Let me go! I want to die! Let me die! Please! Let me go let me go let me go!" Richie sobbed while kicking and squirming. Stan held on as tight as possible as silent tears fell from his cheeks. He couldn't help but blame himself, he left him all alone for all this time. This is his fault. But it wasn't, not entirely at least.
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Romance"You've got to be the most fucked up person I have ever met in my whole entire life, but I fucking adore you." TW: mentions of suicide, anxiety, depression, self harm ?, ED, etc.
