His Porcelain Face

Chapter one (edited)

It's been 3 years since the losers drifted apart. 3 terrible years of my life. It all started when richie started hanging out with bowers. I don't understand what happened to the sweet boy i fell in love with all those years back. But one this is for sure. He's not the richie i know.

Sonia, my mom. Abandoned me and left me with my shit dad. All he does is drinks and beats me for any reason he can find. I'm pretty sure that's all he knows how to do.

So here i am. Walking down the path to the barrens. Stupidity hoping that at least one of the losers will be there.

As i walk up i look around and, of course,

Sigh

"Of course their not here. Why would they be..?"

I tell myself sadly. Walking away from the barrens, I decide to go to the quarry.

When i get there i begin to take off my shirt until I'm cut off by bowers and his gang. Looking over i was glad to see richie wasn't with them, for once.

" i hope you're not going to take your clothes off! Nobody wants to see that fatty!"

Bowers taunted.

Of course HE had to be here.

Time skip cuz why not
3rd person pov

After bowers and his gang were done beating the shit out of eddie, they left, laughing like idiots.

Painfully, He eventually got up and trudged home. When eddie opened the door he was relieved to see his drunken father passed out on the couch.

Muttering a quiet "thank you" to nothing, he went upstairs to his room and closed the door before locking it.

"God dammit bowers"

He muttered as he looked in the mirror. His face was covered in bruises and he had a deep blue and purple black eye. He took his shirt off to further inspect the damage and immediately grimaced.

Eddie had always hated looking at himself in the mirror. It was a constant reminder of how ugly he was.

His torso covered in bruises and scars. His back traced with deep scars from when his father would use the belt. Ugly scars tracing all the way up to his shoulders on both his arms and deep scars on his thighs.

"I fucking hate you"

He muttered to the reflection with venom seeping out each word.

Grabbing his first aid kit, eddie began to clean his wounds.

As he did, his mind wandered to places like,

What happened to richie

Why is he like this

Why did he go with bowers

Why did he leave me

He promised he would never leave me

Self harm warning

Subconsciously, eddie grabbed his blade without even knowing and only realized when he had the cool metal pressed to the underside of his arm.

Dragging it across his arm, he smiled at the pain it brought.

More and more. He dragged the metal across till his entire arm was covered in blood and his razor looked like a murder weapon.

Shit. Another thing to clean.

Begrudgingly, eddie wiped his blade off and hid it again before washing off his arm. Taking out the gauze, he disinfected the cuts and wrapped them with the gauze.

Exausted.

That was the only word eddie could use to describe what he felt.

He quickly put on some pajamas and laid down in his bed.

It didn't take him long to fall asleep as he drifted off to a hellish dream in a matter of minutes.