Original Fiction: Broken [14/14]
Title: Original Fiction: Broken [14/14]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Warning: Attempted suicide.
POV: 1st, Chance
Summary: Chance, 18 years old and the main character, has multiple mental disorders, all of which are either undiagnosed or untreated, and lives with his best friend, Nate. Nate, 17, is mostly sane and logical, but tends to be oblivious to the hell going on around him. Megan, Nate's troubled 16 year old girlfriend, has problems with her mother because of her issues with men and dated Chance a few years prior. This is their story.
Word Count: 557 [this part]; 8,753 [total]
Author Notes: Based on semi-realistic events that happened to either myself or my friends.
Ch. 1 : Ch. 2 : Ch. 3 : Ch. 4 : Ch. 5 : Ch. 6 : Ch. 7
Ch. 8 : Ch. 9 : Ch. 10 : Ch. 11 : Ch. 12 : Ch. 13
He looked like hell, sitting there on the couch with his head in his hands like HE was the one who fucked up. He didn't deserve this pain. If anything, it was my fault. It was my fault she wanted me. It was my fault I wanted HER.
I did love her. I loved Megan, and it was all my fault.
I got up and went to find my switchblade before going into the bathroom. I wasn't going to hurt him like this. I wasn't going to hurt Megan like this. I loved the both of them more than they would ever know.
I steeled myself; they wouldn't ever know.
"Chance, what are you doing?"
My pulse pounded in my ears. I didn't expect him to follow me, but now that he saw me with switchblade in hand, he knew. He always knew, and I couldn't ever hide anything from him.
"I'm going to kill myself," I replied, completely emotionless. I flipped open the blade and held it up to the light.
"Goddamnit, Chance. Stop this right now! Put that thing down so you don't hurt anyone!"
Without a word, I pressed the glinting blade to the side of my neck where my blood pumped through my veins so hard I could hear it. I looked into his eyes in the mirror.
"Please, as your brother and friend... please don't do this."
Time stood still as I began applying pressure to the blade. I saw him close his eyes and I was grateful that he wouldn't see this. This wasn't how I wanted things to go.
Suddenly, something crashed and I jumped, the blade nicking me but not enough to kill.
"Shit," I muttered, bringing my hand up to the cut.
Nate's eyes flew open. "What the fuck was that?"
Putting away the blade, I shrugged. "Fuck if I know."
The noise came again, and I finally recognized the sound as thunder. Just as it happened a third time, the sound of rain falling began, hard and fast.
"It's raining."
***
That winter, I moved back to my mom's. Nate broke up with Megan about three months later. I still had a faint white scar across my hip that read "MINE".
"It's like... I don't know. I just don't love her anymore."
I nodded, knowing exactly how he felt. The feeling had gone for me as well. There was just something about her, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Is there someone else? That's the only solution I can think of that makes any sense at all."
He shook his head, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. My heart thudded in my chest when I saw it. I knew. I knew who it was. I always had. "No. There's no one."
I nodded again. What could I do if he didn't say it outright? My words meant nothing against his.
He sniffled and I pulled him into a hug, cradling his head against my shoulder. I knew how hard this was for him; he truly loved her, and now it was gone. The love was gone and so was she.
All I could do was hold him and hope that he'd get over her. I couldn't do much else.
"I love you, Nate."
He smiled into my neck. "I love you too, Chance."
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A/N: More of my work here.
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Warning: Attempted suicide.
POV: 1st, Chance
Summary: Chance, 18 years old and the main character, has multiple mental disorders, all of which are either undiagnosed or untreated, and lives with his best friend, Nate. Nate, 17, is mostly sane and logical, but tends to be oblivious to the hell going on around him. Megan, Nate's troubled 16 year old girlfriend, has problems with her mother because of her issues with men and dated Chance a few years prior. This is their story.
Word Count: 557 [this part]; 8,753 [total]
Author Notes: Based on semi-realistic events that happened to either myself or my friends.
Ch. 1 : Ch. 2 : Ch. 3 : Ch. 4 : Ch. 5 : Ch. 6 : Ch. 7
Ch. 8 : Ch. 9 : Ch. 10 : Ch. 11 : Ch. 12 : Ch. 13
He looked like hell, sitting there on the couch with his head in his hands like HE was the one who fucked up. He didn't deserve this pain. If anything, it was my fault. It was my fault she wanted me. It was my fault I wanted HER.
I did love her. I loved Megan, and it was all my fault.
I got up and went to find my switchblade before going into the bathroom. I wasn't going to hurt him like this. I wasn't going to hurt Megan like this. I loved the both of them more than they would ever know.
I steeled myself; they wouldn't ever know.
"Chance, what are you doing?"
My pulse pounded in my ears. I didn't expect him to follow me, but now that he saw me with switchblade in hand, he knew. He always knew, and I couldn't ever hide anything from him.
"I'm going to kill myself," I replied, completely emotionless. I flipped open the blade and held it up to the light.
"Goddamnit, Chance. Stop this right now! Put that thing down so you don't hurt anyone!"
Without a word, I pressed the glinting blade to the side of my neck where my blood pumped through my veins so hard I could hear it. I looked into his eyes in the mirror.
"Please, as your brother and friend... please don't do this."
Time stood still as I began applying pressure to the blade. I saw him close his eyes and I was grateful that he wouldn't see this. This wasn't how I wanted things to go.
Suddenly, something crashed and I jumped, the blade nicking me but not enough to kill.
"Shit," I muttered, bringing my hand up to the cut.
Nate's eyes flew open. "What the fuck was that?"
Putting away the blade, I shrugged. "Fuck if I know."
The noise came again, and I finally recognized the sound as thunder. Just as it happened a third time, the sound of rain falling began, hard and fast.
"It's raining."
***
That winter, I moved back to my mom's. Nate broke up with Megan about three months later. I still had a faint white scar across my hip that read "MINE".
"It's like... I don't know. I just don't love her anymore."
I nodded, knowing exactly how he felt. The feeling had gone for me as well. There was just something about her, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Is there someone else? That's the only solution I can think of that makes any sense at all."
He shook his head, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. My heart thudded in my chest when I saw it. I knew. I knew who it was. I always had. "No. There's no one."
I nodded again. What could I do if he didn't say it outright? My words meant nothing against his.
He sniffled and I pulled him into a hug, cradling his head against my shoulder. I knew how hard this was for him; he truly loved her, and now it was gone. The love was gone and so was she.
All I could do was hold him and hope that he'd get over her. I couldn't do much else.
"I love you, Nate."
He smiled into my neck. "I love you too, Chance."
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A/N: More of my work here.