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Tw:mentions of attempted suicide.

The first time was in 7th grade. He grabbed the nearest chemical under his sink and chugged half of it.

He puked. Alot. He had a terrible headache for the next two days.

The second time was the summer after 7th grade. He tried to just slit his wrists and leave this cruel world.

Unfortunately he didnt cut deep enough and had to suffer through life one more day.

The next time was before ninth grade. His friends didnt need him anymore they were all okay after the pennywise situation.  He wrote a note. He grabbed the vodka his dad kept downstairs, he grabbed the pain pills his mother would take sometimes, he grabbed her birth control, he grabbed his own anti depressants and anxiety pills and grabbed him phone.

He called his boyfriend, sobbing as he realized he would never see him again.

'St-stu-stan? Its like 2 am are yu-yo-you ok-o-okay?'

"Bill... bill im so sorry." Stan had already taken some drinks of the vodka.
He started opening the bottles, they made a rattling noise.

"Stan? Wh-what a-are-are you ho-hold-holdi-ding?"

"Pills." He was mumbling but bill heard it.

"Stan dont move. Im coming to you."

Bill ran aa fast as he could down the two blocks he was from stan. He didnt have shoes on and was running in a tanktop and sweats.
He got to their house and scaled the side of their building as fast as he could getting to Stans room and seeing stan trembling trying to open a bottle of pills in his drunken state, he got it open and the pills flew across the  room.

Bill ran to stan and pushed away the pill bottles and the vodka.  He held his hands so he couldnt get to the loose pills on the floor.

Both of them were shaking.
Bill wrapped stan in a large hug. Letting stan sob into him, he felt tears of his own rise in his eyes.

"Stu-sta-stan ba-baby? Wh-why-why?"

"I just couldnt deal with it anymore. My dad hates me. Everyone hates me!"

"Baby n-no, we all love y-you. Alot. And your dads a dick so he doesnt matter, your mother loves you and so does your sister and all of us love you."  Bill rubbed his back and ran his fingers through his curls.

Stan fell asleep in bills arms. He sat him on the bed and cleaned up the pills putting them back where they belong. He went over and laid next to him holding him to his chest.

Hey guys... this is actually important.

It's the 6th and bu yesterday there had already been about 12,000 suicides. That sound crazy ik. But it is expected that there is to be about 1 million suicides this year so please. Let people know you love them and care about them. Please