This is where the depressing and gory stuff starts happening! It could be triggering for some people and so I warn you... if you're not a fan of self harm/attempted suicide... LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK! But I'd love you to stay and review too ;) Here we go...
Dougie's POV:
I ended up not leaving my room all day. I didn't even get up to eat! I had a bathroom in my bedroom and so I was able to just stay in my room. I was starving by the time I went to sleep but I didn't care. I was taken over by guilt. I had just told Harry, my boyfriend of 8 months, to go and die. I didn't mean it, I honestly didn't, I was just annoyed and I blamed the first person I saw after my dad attacked me, which was Harry. I'd heard him go downstairs and start crying his heart out. He was in pieces. I couldn't believe that I had caused this. I couldn't believe that I had told him to die. TO DIE! Why did I do that? What if he thought I was being serious? He wouldn't do anything stupid. Would he?
Harry's POV:
Eventually, I realised what I had to do to make things better for Dougie. I had to do what he asked of me. I had to leave him. I loved him more than anybody else in the world and if I didn't do anything to make him feel better, I wouldn't be a good boyfriend. I marched upstairs and into the bathroom, still with tears pouring from my eyes. I pulled a packet of razors from the cupboard and began to take the blade from one of them. As I was doing this, I heard the sound of furniture moving. Dougie was coming out! He wouldn't want to see me any more! I had to hurry up! I quickly pulled the blade away from the plastic and held it in my hand before lowering it to near my wrist. I was about to touch the skin when I heard a small knocking on the door.
'H-Harry? W-what are you d-doing?' Dougie's small voice asked.
'I'm doing what you told me to. I'm being a good boyfriend and doing what you want.'
'H-Harry. D-don't do s-something s-stupid. I d-didn't m-mean what I said. I d-don't want you to d-die! I-I need y-you!' he cried.
'You need me to die. That's what you need me to do. Goodbye Dougs. I love you.'
'HARRY! HARRY NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OPEN THE DOOR AND WE CAN TALK! P-PLEASE!' I ignored him and tightened my grip on the blade again. I slowly lowered it down to my wrist again and this time, I dug it into my skin and ran it up my arm. I cried out in pain the first time but after a second, it felt okay. I dug it into another part of my wrist and ran it along again. It was painful but I knew that what I was doing was the right thing to do. It was what my Dougie wanted and I had to make sure that he was happy. That was all that mattered. I felt my head start to get heavy and after a few more runs of the blade, everything went black and I hit the floor.
Dougie's POV:
I de-barricaded the door when I heard Harry run up the stairs and lock himself in the bathroom. As I was unlocking the door, I heard a clumsy sort of clattering coming from where Harry was. I ran up to the bathroom door, 'H-Harry? W-what are you d-doing?'.
'I'm doing what you told me to. I'm being a good boyfriend and doing what you want.' Oh shit. I desperately hoped that he wasn't thinking of killing himself, 'H-Harry. D-don't do s-something s-stupid. I d-didn't m-mean what I said. I d-don't want you to d-die! I-I need y-you!'
'You need me to die. That's what you need me to do. Goodbye Dougs. I love you.' No. He couldn't.. He wouldn't?!
'HARRY! HARRY NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OPEN THE DOOR AND WE CAN TALK! P-PLEASE!' he ignored me completely. It was silent for a few more seconds before I heard Harry cry out in pain. What was he doing to himself? I couldn't risk anything and so I ran downstairs and grabbed the phone. I called Tom in a hurry, 'Hey!' he said as he picked up the phone
'T-Tom y-you and D-Danny have t-to g-get over here n-now! I-I said s-something s-stupid and n-now he's h-hurting himself.' I cried down the phone.
'Dougie, slow down. What's happened? What's Harry doing?' he asked worriedly.
'I-I said s-something m-mean a-and h-he's t-t-try-ying t-to k-kill h-hims-self. H-he's l-locked in the b-b-bathroom a-and I t-think he-he's c-c-ccc-c-utt-t-' I was cut off, 'It's okay Dougie. We'll be straight round! Don't let Harry do something stupid!' Tom shouted as he hung up. I ran back upstairs and sat outside the door crying. I cried harder when I heard a small whimper and then a sickening thud. What had I done? Tom and Danny came running in just moments after I heard the bang. 'T-TOM! D-D-DANNY! P-PLEASE H-HE-LP!' I screamed and they came sprinting up the stairs. Danny bent down and wrapped me in his arms while Tom set about opening the door. He rammed his side into it a couple of times before it flew open. I stood up and pushed past Tom but when I got in the room I stopped. Harry was passed out on the floor in a pool of his own blood, he had scratches up both of his arms and a blade was balanced in between two of his limp fingers. I couldn't move. Tom ran in and began checking if Harry had a pulse as Danny ran in and stood beside me. He put his hand on my shoulder and I was so weak with shock that my legs couldn't take the weight of any more. They went from underneath me and I started to fall. Luckily, Danny caught me and pulled me to his chest. I was in floods of tears and my legs just didn't want to work. Danny gently lowered me onto the floor and sat hugging me. Tom called an ambulance and after a few minutes, it arrived. The paramedics instantly put Harry on a stretcher and carried him out. I still couldn't move and so Tom went in the ambulance. As I sat there with Danny, I couldn't believe what I had caused. All I cared about was Harry and I had upset him so much that he'd tried to kill himself. I was a horrible person. Me and Danny set off for the hospital around 10 minutes after the ambulance had left and got there within 5 minutes, having broken every speed limit that existed. When we got there, I sat on a chair in the waiting room, crying and whimpering to myself. I hadn't meant what I'd said. I felt so guilty. I was just praying that Harry would be okay, I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't.
Yeah.. so that was quite depressing... sorry ;) I hope you liked the drama though... Review? Pleeaaasseeeee! :P Thanks for reading :)