A Friend in need
Ed was unsure how he had actually managed to get the razor down to his room, or even how he knew where it was. But it was there, and it was time. Flashbacks of movies- heroes who were unaccepted, choosing death over a life of torment. Once they had gotten to heaven, they were always rewarded- and that was what would happen to him, right? It had to be true, those movies were the only friends he had left, the only things he had left that he loved.
Maybe that was it, had the kids figured it out? No, Eddy would of had to tell them. This reasoning took a while to come to his mind, and he hadn't realized how much time had actually passed. Sometime between the time he slammed himself on his bed and now the sun had gone down. Well at least he would have the house to himself (Sarah was at Jimmy's because their parents were on a second honeymoon), so his "plan" would be put in action tonight. He looked at the blade, or more so, at his reflection in it. The distorted image reflected how he felt inside, though he had no clue what distorted actually meant.
"Ed, E..Oh Dear, messy messy messy." The familiar voice cringed. "Guess Double D found my experiment…………….Double D!!!!" Ed didn't realize that that his friend had slipped into his house until he heard the creaking of his door. "Ed, are you ok?" Edd looked around the room, walking down the stairs once he saw Ed on his bed. Ed looked down at the ground, at his feet hovering just above his floor. The last thing he wanted was Edd to find out what Eddy had discovered so long ago, that is if Eddy hadn't already told him. "Hi Ed, are you ok, you stormed off pretty upset back there. Eddy said you wouldn't want him to come, so…" Ed was sure Edd was still talking, but his mind trailed off- almost disconnecting itself from his ears completely. At least he didn't know, if he did he would have never come alone. Ed stayed in his content shell, until he felt the bed beside him gently indent. Ed turned to look over his shoulder, and saw his friend empathetically looking back at him. Ed jumped at the feeling of raindrops on his shoulder- no, not raindrops, tears. He was crying again, and the feeling of the cold, wet drops on his skin had brought him back to reality. "ED" Edd screamed, or he sounded as though he wanted to scream. His voice came out a mix of confusion, anger, and empathy as he stared in horror at the blade in Ed's hand. Ed looked at the razor, long since forgotten, held against the sheets of his bed. Ed's thoughts drowned out the lecturing, and pleas for an explanation his friend bombarded him with, until Edd reached to grab the blade. Ed watched as his friend delicately reached across his lap, and gently lifted his hand. Edd grabbed the razor and sat back up, "Ed you weren't…" Edd was at a rare loss for words, Ed nodded his head toward his friend. In one smooth motion Edd put the blade out of sight, ands placed his hand on his friends back. So graceful, gentle, delicate, "No, no" Ed screamed in his head, but the feeling of Edd's hand on his back was so comforting, he soon lost his train of thought.
Ed was unsure how he had actually managed to get the razor down to his room, or even how he knew where it was. But it was there, and it was time. Flashbacks of movies- heroes who were unaccepted, choosing death over a life of torment. Once they had gotten to heaven, they were always rewarded- and that was what would happen to him, right? It had to be true, those movies were the only friends he had left, the only things he had left that he loved.
Maybe that was it, had the kids figured it out? No, Eddy would of had to tell them. This reasoning took a while to come to his mind, and he hadn't realized how much time had actually passed. Sometime between the time he slammed himself on his bed and now the sun had gone down. Well at least he would have the house to himself (Sarah was at Jimmy's because their parents were on a second honeymoon), so his "plan" would be put in action tonight. He looked at the blade, or more so, at his reflection in it. The distorted image reflected how he felt inside, though he had no clue what distorted actually meant.
"Ed, E..Oh Dear, messy messy messy." The familiar voice cringed. "Guess Double D found my experiment…………….Double D!!!!" Ed didn't realize that that his friend had slipped into his house until he heard the creaking of his door. "Ed, are you ok?" Edd looked around the room, walking down the stairs once he saw Ed on his bed. Ed looked down at the ground, at his feet hovering just above his floor. The last thing he wanted was Edd to find out what Eddy had discovered so long ago, that is if Eddy hadn't already told him. "Hi Ed, are you ok, you stormed off pretty upset back there. Eddy said you wouldn't want him to come, so…" Ed was sure Edd was still talking, but his mind trailed off- almost disconnecting itself from his ears completely. At least he didn't know, if he did he would have never come alone. Ed stayed in his content shell, until he felt the bed beside him gently indent. Ed turned to look over his shoulder, and saw his friend empathetically looking back at him. Ed jumped at the feeling of raindrops on his shoulder- no, not raindrops, tears. He was crying again, and the feeling of the cold, wet drops on his skin had brought him back to reality. "ED" Edd screamed, or he sounded as though he wanted to scream. His voice came out a mix of confusion, anger, and empathy as he stared in horror at the blade in Ed's hand. Ed looked at the razor, long since forgotten, held against the sheets of his bed. Ed's thoughts drowned out the lecturing, and pleas for an explanation his friend bombarded him with, until Edd reached to grab the blade. Ed watched as his friend delicately reached across his lap, and gently lifted his hand. Edd grabbed the razor and sat back up, "Ed you weren't…" Edd was at a rare loss for words, Ed nodded his head toward his friend. In one smooth motion Edd put the blade out of sight, ands placed his hand on his friends back. So graceful, gentle, delicate, "No, no" Ed screamed in his head, but the feeling of Edd's hand on his back was so comforting, he soon lost his train of thought.