Your head was gushing with blood, running down your back, as you got hit repeatedly by your father. Or was is even okay to call him your father? Your sight got dizzy as your old man hit you one last time. His fists were covered in blood and spotted with bruises, the sight of the blood pouring on the floor made you nauseous. You wanted to get up and leave but it was nearly impossible. You could just wait until you bleed out and die. Leave this fucking hell you suffer through every damn day. You heard the door slam and realized that he had left. You shivered in great pain as the blood started to only drip down your back. You reached for your 8 inch switch in the back pocket of your pants. You took a deep breath and opened the blade, you started cutting through your scars from previous years, only going deeper. With the fifth cut you went deep. Almost half way down to your bone, you screamed in pain but only realized you were getting closer to death. You kept going, deeper, deeper, and deeper....
~dallys POV~
You walked the cold streets looking for Johnny, you needed to tell him something, something important. It was crazy but you loved the boy, young sweet innocent Johnny. His shining brown eyes, almost a chocolate color, greased back dark hair, just seeing him made you want to kiss him all over. It was silent for a long time, until a ear piercing scream echoed through the streets. You got frightened soon realizing it was Johnny's scream! You ran in the direction of his voice, it was where you expected, his house. You didn't bother knocking or opening the handle, you just kicked in the door. You came in frightened to see Johnny on the floor cutting, with blood spread out all over the floor...
~johnnys POV~
Your head shot up from your wrists to see dallas. Your red puffy eyes looked straight into dallys as your whole body trembled.
"Why?" Dallas trembled under his breath
He was frozen, his eyes were no longer cold, they were soft, caring. They had a gloss to them as a single tear rolled down his cheek. The pain was getting to you now and you were still alive, hurting even more than before. You held the knife up to your throat.
"No...." Dally whispered under his crying.
"I love you dallas..."
And those were your last words, you slid your knife across your neck and fell onto the hard floor.
~dallys POV~
"JOHNNY!" You screamed running toward the small body on the floor.
No, no, no, you couldn't loose him, life is pointless without him. You tried shaking him telling him to wake up, just please goddamn wake up. He wasn't breathing, it was pointless. Shaking, you reached into your coat and pulled out your loaded heater, you slowly put it up to your head. Finger on the trigger you spoke your last words..
"I love you johnny"
~
A loud bang was heard that night. The gang of course very worried, they searched for their missing friends until walking into a familiar house, where fighting was always present, screams and yelps always heard. They cant believe what they see, two very familiar bodies on the floor, with a dark liquid surrounding them. Tears fall and everyone is in shock. Little did they know what has been said to eachother, or what happened. They only know that two young gallant boys left there bodies that night, for a place somewhere far away...

A/N- Hey guys this was my first story on here, feedback would be nice 💕
If you are going through anything like suicide or self harm, please talk to me and get help. I promise you it will get better 😘❤️