Wrong

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AYO BROSKI I'M BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER!!!

I came up with a lot of new ideas for the story, so I'm gonna start ACTUALLY writing again.

I have about 7 chapters in the works, and 3 other ideas besides that.

Sorry for the (many) breaks, but I'm back and here to stay!!!

⚠ self harm, mention of Dan ⚠

*Eddie's POV*

"Eddie! You ok in th-there?" Richie asked.

"Yeah!" I yelled back to him.

We've been in Bangor for 2 months now. Richie's talking pretty well again, and he can move his arms. His legs...that's a different story. But we're out of the hospital now, so it's...better. We're better.

"Eds? S-seriously, it's b-been like a half hour."

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked down at the blood covering the floor. My blood.

••earlier that day••

"W-wake up E-Eddie..." Richie shook my shoulders lightly and I woke up.

My dreams has been filled with images of Dan and my cut up arms and Richie after he was shot. I felt a panic attack coming on, and quickly.

"Morning Rich." I yawned, trying to keep calm. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever's qu-qui-qu-" Richie stumbled over his words. "...fastest. I want c-cuddles with my Eddie S-Sp-Spaghetti!"

I smiled to myself and quickly made a bowl of cereal for Richie. I didn't want him to make a big deal of me not eating, so I reluctantly grabbed a small banana for myself too.

I placed the bowl on the small table next to the bed and watched Richie grab it quickly and start eating.

"Y-ya know Eds, I'm s-s-so proud of you." Richie smiled at me and put his bowl down. "Y-you're so brave, and s-so strong."

I bit my lip and shook my head no. "I'm not." I said quietly.

"Eds..." Richie looked at me, confused. "Y-y-you've gone through hell a-and back because o-o-of Dan. A-and you've stopped cutting. You're h-here. You b-beat him. And th-thats so brave of y-you baby, you're strong e-enough to beat him."

But that's not true. I haven't stopped cutting. I wouldn't have left Dan if Richie hadn't found out all those months ago. Dan wasn't even that bad, it wasn't 'hell and back'. Richie's wrong.

"I... I have to go." I whispered and rushed into the bathroom.

I sat on top of the sink and started crying silently.

I looked up in front of me.

The shower.

The razor.

••present time••

I quickly cleaned up the floor and the razor. I bandanged my thighs, then walked out of the bathroom casually.

"Hey Rich." I said and layed down next to him on the bed.

"Hi, darling, y-you ok?"

"Mhm," I nodded. "I just have a stomachache."

"Aw, I'm s-s-sorry, love." Richie smiled softly at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

I faked a smile and put my head on his shoulder. (Put Your Head On My Shoulder turned on right as I wrote this- :00)

(Ok back to the story now)

"You ok, Spaghetti M-Man...?" Richie spoke softly and kissed my cheek. "You look k-kinda anxious."

'Of course I'm anxious!' I wanted to scream. 'I just cut, and you're gonna be so disappointed in me...but I don't want to keep lying to you.'

But I couldn't bring myself to say it.

You're so fucking weak. My brain yelled at me.

If Richie knew you cut, he would leave you.

He hates you.

Everyone does, even the Losers.

If they knew about what really happened to you, all those years ago, they would ditch you instantly.

"EDDIE!" Richie shook my shoulders harshly. I blinked and stared at him.

"Wh-what?! What happened?!"

"You w-weren't answering me. You...sp-spaced out, but not in like a daydream w-way..." He stared at me worriedly. "Are you o-o-ok?"

"I'm fine..." I mumbled. "Can we just watch some TV?"

Richie sighed and nodded before grabbing a remote and turning on the small TV in our room.

"-aking news: Daniel Pennwell, who was wanted a few months ago for abusing and kidnapping his ex-boyfriend, and attempted murder, has escaped from his holding cell. His trial in court is in two weeks, but we have no information about his whereabouts. If anyone has any knowledge about his location, please call any of the numbers on the screen. Now, back to your regularly scheduled program."