So I love KevEdd and had an idea, and now here we are...

I was inspired by a HiJack (Hiccup/Jack Frost) fic by CyXandrix called Guardian. Read it if you're a fan. It's fantastic.

WARNING FOR ENTIRE STORY: Suicide, self harm, self hatred, bullying, blood, bad parenting, cursing.

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Blood Underneath the Stall

Eddward Marion Vincent slammed the men's bathroom door open. This was unusual. He didn't usually "slam" anything. Edd had a solid record of calmly opening and closing doors, but enough was enough. The lights flickered onto the black, orange, purple blur he was, and he stumbled into the nearby wall. His beat-up sneakers squeaked and left short skid marks as they hit the tiles. Any other day, he'd be on his knees cleaning it up, but today was different. He bit his lip to avoid crying. He'd had enough. Enough of being everyone's verbal and physical punching bag. Enough of expectations so high they hovered between the clouds. His fingers clawed at his black beanie, pulling it furthur down his head until it half-covered his eyes. He clumsily locked himself into the biggest stall, the one for the handicapped, and sat against the cool tile. Edd dug into his pocket and took out a small, orange bottle. His Dad's insomnia pills.

With shaky hands, he twisted the cap and dumped out all the contents. Around ten to twelve white circles fell into his palm. He could hear the bullies at school, taunting for being weak and unlike the others. He could see those (excuse his language) damned sticky notes covering the house, proclaiming how imperfect his actions were. How imperfect he was.

His friends, the few he had, were so distanced. They've moved on from the scams and jawbreakers. Even Eddy moved on, and that was practically his life. Edd, surprisingly, was the one who couldn't. Moving on meant he was alone, and so he stuck around Eddy even when he hung out with the wrong crowd. He stayed even though Eddy's friends tormented him every day, and even Eddy joined in occasionally. He stayed with Ed when he was isolated and sneered at for his eccentricities. He took all that torture to keep the past, and it got him nowhere.

The tears flowed down his chin and neck in tiny streams and soaked the tip of his orange shirt. He didn't think twice when he gulped all the white pills dry, one by one.

Edd went through his mental checklist, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He'd finally finished all the chores listed for him those dreaded sticky notes. It took him twice as long, so he'd lost time for homework and sleep. Not that either of the two mattered now. His parents should be happy with him or, at the very least, indifferent. He hadn't said a word to Eddy (he would've noticed something was amiss...possibly), but he had given Ed a quick hug the last time they had departed. He'd shredded and threw away his precious journal. There were too many personal thoughts. He didn't want his parents knowing how depressed they made him feel. He didn't want Ed or Eddy feeling guilt over the things they've done. It wasn't their fault. It was his own. Edd was sure there was some sort of chemical imbalance in his brain that made him feel so desperate. He cursed his anatomy.

Yet, despite that, he still held that unrivaled rage towards Eddy and the bullies and his parents. Toward the abandonment and shoves and slurs. It was ironic, really.

He numbly let the pills settle to his stomach as he took out his razor blade.

He rolled up the black hoodie that he'd become used to wearing and slashed at his right wrist twice like he usually did. He took more time into pressing the blade into his skin, and the result was a satisfying glob of red liquid bubbling and then pouring from the wound. He hissed and then repeated the action. No matter how many times he injured himself, it never ceased to hurt. But then again, neither did the emptiness he felt, so he continued to cut just to feel something.

And, after the fifth cut, he felt something, so he was happy. He felt the sharp, stinging pain in his right arm as it steadily bled and the rumble in his stomach as it protested the twelve white pills. He felt whole and alive and he almost wished he would live through this just to feel alive a bit longer, but there was no turning back and no crying. He used his good arm to messily sweep the tears away. A sort of unfamiliar wooziness crept onto him.

The taunts and the sticky notes filled his senses. Eddy and the bullies. Ed and the whispers behind their backs. The words that cut like his razor. The disgusted looks screaming so loud his ears bled. The disappointment his parents radiated. The scams that could've been. The jawbreakers never eaten.

A few traitorous tears leaked from Edd's eyes. He still wished for the past. For something. But there was nothing. He had nothing.

And then his world went black.

Kevin strolled into the men's bathroom. He was skipping class, not because he hated it particularly, but because Nazz had skipped school entirely, and he wasn't about to go through the whole day alone. Yeah, he had the entire baseball team and a couple others, but they bored him too quickly.

He slipped his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Nazz, asking her to meet up with him in the woods by the back of the school. He then looked up and eyed his key to victory-the slide window. It was the only window in the whole school on the first floor with a slide mechanism, and, therefore, it was his only escape. He'd admit to using more than most other kids.

Unfortunately, the only way to get to the window was to stand on the toilet in the handicapped stall and use a ridiculous amount of upper arm strength and flexibility (that frankly, he didn't have). And, unfortunately, that one stall was the only one occupied. Kevin groaned inwardly. He just wanted to leave. He tapped his foot impatiently for thirty seconds and then dropped to the floor. He was going to kick this dork's ass once he found out who it was. But as he peered underneath the stall door, he saw red and all thoughts of ditching vanished. Blood.

"Oh, God." Kevin took a deep breath. Why did this have to happen? He just wanted to skip school. "Hey, man, you okay?" He mentally hit himself. Of course, he wasn't okay. He was fucking bleeding out.

He cleared his throat. "I'm...I'm just gonna slide in there, okay?" He went flat onto his stomach and crawled his way into the stall.

The first thing he was the nice little puddle of blood surrounding the kid. Kevin thought the word, "nice" was surprisingly fitting to describe what surrounded him. The blood circled the slumped figure in an artistic, meticulously considered way. It was a grotesque sort of beautiful. Then, he saw purple shorts, orange shirt, black hoodie,and a black beanie. Oh, man...

"...Double Dork?" Oh, Kevin remembered him. He remembered how he used to tease Edd when he, Ed, and Eddy were still stuck in a nerd pack like glue. Hell, his baseball friends still teased him. Kevin was pretty sure the whole damn school did. He hadn't seen Edd since he'd was clinging to Eddy at that party a month ago.

He was frozen for a few moments but then shakily checked Edd's pulse. He couldn't find one, but then again, Kevin couldn't exactly remember how to do it correctly either.

Instead, he leaned in to see if he was breathing because, hell, if he wasn't, Kevin was going to freak out. There it was. Edd's breath was faint and diminishing fast, but it was there.

Kevin then grabbed his phone, shaking so hard he almost dropped it, and dialed 911. It took three tries which Kevin cursed at. Three times was wasting time Double D didn't have.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Kevin gasped, "There's this kid... he's bleeding everywhere...oh, God...and there's a bottle of pills here too. Empty and...open…fuck..."

The man on the phone continued, "Alright, sir, we're sending an ambulance right away. Where are you right now?"

Kevin bit his lip, "Peach Creek High School... the men's bathroom on the first floor. Science hallway."

"Could you please stay on the phone with me, sir? We will need your help on keeping your friend alive."

Sure, but Edd wasn't his friend. If they were friends, he was the shittiest friend ever.

"...Okay..."

The rest was a blur. The torturous wait, the crowd of paramedics, the loud shouts, and the eventual question of whether or not he wanted to come along.

He shouldn't go along. Hell, it should be one of Double D's actual friends. Did he have friends anymore? Eddy and Ed, he would guess. But nowadays he usually saw Edd alone.

Kevin didn't get the chance to respond. The paramedics ended up taking him, too, insisting he was in shock.

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