Reddie - Us❤️

Chapter 27

•WARNING SUICIDAL THOUGHTS• etc

Richie walked down the street to his house. He didn't care he was crying in public, he tried to keep in his tears. But it was simply impossible.

D-d-did this r-really j-j-just happen? God I'm s-stuttering in m-my head too

He ran home and into his bedroom, thankful his mom wasn't home.

He slammed his door shut, sobbing as he fell to the floor. He felt constant waves hitting him, like he was drowning. And the waves kept on pulling him under, he was just waiting for that moment to end.

And he'd be gone.

He threw his glasses off his face, crying into his hands. Letting all of the emotions in his mind get out.

He cried harder than he has ever in his life, even when his dad abused him. Nothing was as worse than this. He never thought this day was to come. Maybe he did, and he didn't wanna face the truth. He just couldn't believe Eddie broke up with him.

But he knew in his right mind Eddie did it to keep them both safe. But he didn't wanna believe it at this moment; aren't you supposed to take risks to be with someone you love? Did Eddie ever.. love me?

Richie sat in his closet, in the darkness. Alone. In a small space. Just to be trapped and away from the world. But he couldn't escape reality.

Richie cried for hours, as if the tears wouldn't stop falling. He didn't realize how much he needed to get out, all the constant pain he went through and now this. It's too much for him to handle.

Richie slowly walked into the kitchen, at this point he couldn't feel much. He just felt so much pain that is was now nothing.

But it was pain. Too much. Too much...

He took a small knife out of the drawer. His hands shaking as he held it.

He looked down at his wrists. Then back at the knife.

What is the point of living..if I don't have Eddie...? I'll never get to be with Eddie. Ever. I can't, I can't live without him.. After everything, how am I supposed to be his friend..

But Richie wasn't thinking straight and he knew that.

He looked at the knife once more and thought about life for a second. A second was all it took, he dropped the knife. Ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door, he stay in the closet.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't th-

He started to cry once more. He punched the wall. He sobbed, looked at his knuckles and back at the wall. He punched it again, he thought it would sting. But he was going through so much it was numb, he breathed deeply and punched again and again. Until his knuckles started to bleed. He didn't care what was happening he didn't stop punching the wall until it dented it.

He heard someone downstairs. And stopped.

His mom.

"Richie!? I'm home."

"Richie?"

She walked up the stairs and knocked on his door.