Yet another fic I have no name for (ibvs)

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"Stop it, Cross."

Chris didn't respond to his half-ghost brother. He felt calm and safe as blood started to roll down his arm. Why should he stop?

"CHRISTOPHER MADDOX JACKSON."

He dropped the razor blade instantly "Charlie, what the fuck!?"

"Chill, I'm sorry! It was just the only way I could get you to stop!" Charlie apologised, looking away from Chris "And also, your boyfriend is coming, I can see him from here."

Chris groaned, knowing better than to say "Nevin isn't my boyfriend", as he'd already fallen into that trap before. Charlie had responded with "whoever said I was talking about Nevin?", and Chris hated Charlie for that, because it's kind of cliche, and he couldn't think of a way to protest.

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Nevin knocked on Chris' window. Chris glanced at him, got up from where he was sitting, and opened it.

"Hey. Quinton said we, Isaac, Drew, and Barry had to go to a restaurant as a "way to bond with each other", and it's apparently "mandatory". I don't want to do this at all, but Drew said he'd say fuck if I didn't, so I guess I have no choice. Apparently he didn't tell you or something, so he told me to tell you." Nevin informed him.

"O-oh, okay, thanks, Nevin. Could you give me a minute? You can come in if you want."

"It's not like dad can even walk up the stairs properly anyway." Charlie added, clearly unhappy about it.

"Oh, um, sure. Don't take too long though."

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Chris almost ran into the bathroom, and quickly shut the door. He needed to clean himself up and find a place to hide the razor blade. He usually just let himself bleed, but he couldn't risk anyone finding out, so he needed to stop the bleeding. He knew bandages would be a little obvious, but it was the only thing he could think of, and he was going to cover his arms with a jacket anyway.

Charlie was watching him in amusement, but also guilt, as he knew he was contributing to Chris' self harm. He was sure Xavier had started drinking because of him, and he knew that's why Chris was harming himself. He'd also done a lot of things that affected Chris badly, but deep down, he regrets them.

"Chris! Is everything okay in there? We have to be there in fifteen minutes!" Nevin knocked on the door.

"Y-Yeah, just, uh... Charlie's just being annoying, I just need to stay in here until he stops bothering me."

"Hahah, guess you're screwed." Charlie chuckled, while Chris glared at him.

"Shut up!" He hissed.

Nevin, from the other side of the door, was uncertain, but he trusted Chris "Al... alright." He turned around and walked back to Chris' room.

"I'm coming with you guys." Charlie told Chris, who responded with a simple "no you aren't".

"You can't stop me, I want food, and I'm not eating your stupid pop tarts."

Chris sighed "Fine, do whatever you want." He placed the roll of bandages back, and slipped his jacket over his shoulders.

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"What's taking him so long? Surely no one is that annoying, right?" Nevin wondered aloud. As if on cue, Chris walked into the room, followed by Charlie.

"Uh, I'm ready now. Charlie's coming with us, because apparently my pop tart stash isn't enough to satisfy his apparent hunger." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not hungry," Charlie protested "I just want food! And I don't like pop tarts!"

"Stop whining, and let's go."