Sorry for the late upload, I'm moving houses and i'm being swamped with homework so its been kinda hectic. Not a very long one but i promise next chapter will be

oh yeah another thing. I miscalculated my chapters the Goth Kid isn't in this chapter but he will be in the next one.

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His New Toy

Did I Get Drunk?

[Chris’ POV]

I sat crossed legged on the floor as I stared intently at his lifeless body on my bed, he was still in his boxers lying on his side, in the foetus position with his arm lifelessly hanging off the bed, his skin was so pale it looked translucent, his bangs fell over his eyes but I would imagine they were closed. His small plump lips had lost its moisture and colour, it was now a pale and ghostly pink, but it still looked incredibly inviting. He was truly indeed a beautiful boy. I sometimes wonder why he agreed to go out with someone like me. I touched his pale face; his skin felt colder.

He's been like that for two days now.

I was awoken from my trance when his phone went off again; I dug it out of my pocket.

Surprise, surprise it was Erick again. I just left it to ring as I continued gazing at my boyfriend. I checked his pulse again like I have been for the past 48 hours, I couldn’t feel anything

He was dead; I didn’t think he would lose that much blood

 But yesterday I was sure I could feel a pulse, so now I'm not sure whether to leave him or dump his body somewhere.

‘You should probably take him to a hospital ‘

I chuckled softly at my own thoughts “That was nice of me” I mumbled softly to myself but I wasn’t an idiot he was going to stay here or sleep in a ditch somewhere

Taking another glance at Max’s Phone, the phone had come up with a new set of record numbers:

267 Missed Calls

105 Voice mails

94 Text messages

Scrolling through the missed calls most of them seemed to be from his Erick with His mom coming in second place and then Darren in third. I didn’t even bother going through the voicemails it was too many to go through so instead I skimmed through the text messages. His mum didn’t leave any, Darren was going on how it’s becoming difficult to cover for him, and Erick was going on about how he needs to come back. I was about to turn off his phone when a new text came in, it was from his sister. Opening it said

Lol so I know you’re probably with Chris ;) but seriously couldn’t u have waited till the weekend or something? Or at least called so mum doesn’t kill herself? Have fun but call bro

Love Maddie x

Oh yeah btw u are so dead when you come home

I threw his phone across the floor and headed towards the recently bleached cleaned bathroom to take a shower.

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The pain was agonising, I felt like my arms were on fire but I was freezing. My head was spinning aggressively and I found it extremely hard to breathe, I wanted to throw up everything but I knew my stomach was empty literally eating its insides begging me to feed it yet I don’t think I could bring myself to eat. My throat felt like sandpaper and my mouth like Ash. What the hell was going on?

Did I get Drunk?

My body wouldn’t move no matter how much I begged and willed it to, so I went smaller and began to plead with my eyes to give me back my vision.

It felt like I was trying to lift weights off my eyes because they just wouldn’t open, but after 10 minutes of struggling they finally opened, my vision was blurry and I couldn’t make out anything, I used my ears to detect anything but all I could hear was the shower running from outside the room. Once my sight had cleared I began to negotiate with my limbs again and they finally decided to co-operate with me.

Lifting my head up was the worst mistake, the most excruciating pain was inside my head waiting to explode its way out, I clamped my sub-zero hands against my head and attempted to stand up and get some help.

Big Mistake.

I toppled over before my second foot even touched the ground and landed with an aggressive thud, a small groan escaped my lips as I laid face first on the ground. The shower was turned off and I heard footsteps frantically coming this way. My head was turned away from the door so I didn’t see the person opening it.

“Max” he whispered softly, my heart picked up racing but I couldn’t explain why but I just want to be out of here as quickly as possible. He ran his damp hand through my hair and kissed my forehead, I made no attempt to speak or give any reaction at all. Sighing he picked me up bridal style and put me to sit on the bed so my feet were hanging off the bed.

“How are you feeling Max?” he was kneeling on the floor with only his towel covering his waist, water dripped all over him and onto my bare legs.

I tried to respond but quickly grabbed my throat. A burning sensation ran through it.

“Oh shit, you need some water and aspirins” he quickly got up and left the room but he was back as quickly as he left. “Here” he dropped the aspirins in my mouth and fed me the water. My throat felt instantly replenished and it didn’t hurt anymore. He went back to his kneeling positions staring at me intently. I had so many questions to ask him but I was too scared so I started with the simple ones first

“What day is it?” my voice came out croaky and weird it didn’t sound like me at all           

“It’s Wednesday afternoon” my dropped opened in surprise; I’ve been out for two days. Mum was so going to kill me.

Sighing Chris got up and sat on the bed next to me leaving no gap between us. He interlaced our fingers together and ruffled my hair “Why did you do it Max?”

“Do what?” I looked up at him puzzled

“What did I do?”

“Don’t you remember anything?” he had a shocked and angry look on his face which sent shivers down my spine

“No” I whispered scared of what he was going to say next

“You cut yourself” I gasped loudly looking at my arms. It was true they were covered in bandages. I thought long and hard I would never do that to myself. I wasn’t depressed.

“I leave you for 30 minutes and when I come back you’re lying in a pool of your own blood. I thought you were dead”

I broke down crying why would I do that to myself? How could I do that to myself? I couldn’t remember anything from 2 days ago, all I remember was being wet. Everything else was a blur “I'm so sorry Christopher” I mumbled softly.

He kissed my cheek and pulled my head down to his lap and stroked it gently. I was so lost. It seems like the more information that was passed on to me the more confused I got.  

“Just don’t do it again, ok?”

“Okay I whispered”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Yeah”

He sighed what sounded like a breath of relief but I couldn’t see his face

“I can’t have you killing yourself when I have plans for you”

“Huh? What plans?”

“Oh you’re just going to have to wait and see”