chapter-3- (showing the pain)
he bumps hard into Ed who'se standing on the other side and falls to the ground hard. 'why don't you watch where i'm going!?' he snaps. 'sorry Eddy' Ed replies quickly, helping his friend off the ground. he doen't feel like being outside today but he wants away from that house, even if his father isn't at home. his mind races as he stand there staring into space again, while Edd and Ed both look on. 'what the fuck are you two idiots looking at!?' he snaps noticing them staring at him. they both stand wide eyed, the first time they've heard Eddy cuss. 'Eddy! you should't curse' Double D says quickly. Eddy is outraged, how dare that little fuck off with a perfect life tell me what to do! he thinks to himself. 'fuck you Double D! don't you ever tell me what to do again you got me!? EVER!' he yells as he shoves Edd backwards into a nearby tree. Ed's so shocked he doesn't even move, he's never seen Eddy hurt Double D b4. recovering he quickly walks over to comfort his now crying friend as Eddy walks back into his house and slams the door shut hard. 'what did i do Ed?' Double D sobs into Ed's worn green jacket. 'ah it's ok Double D...Eddy's just grumpy today'. he says softly as he rubs Edd's back but deep down he knows there's something wrong with Eddy, even if Double D couldn't see it.
chapter-4- (wrong ways of coping)
Meanwhile Eddy's in his room sitting on his round bed, he reaches under the matress and pulls out an old razor from a pencil sharpner and stares at it. he knows it's wrong but for the past few months it's all he's had to keep him from killing himself. he closes his eyes and slashes his arms a few times on each and looks down as blood dripps to his finger tips. he smiles weakly as the release comes from his mental pain then uses an old rag on the floor to hold pressure to the cuts to stop the bleeding. he slowly stands up and walks to the bathroom washing off the blood already covering his arms, then changes his shirt to his fav long sleeved black one, with the red stripes on the sleeves and the large red '23' on the back. he begins to cry again as he thinks of his brother and his father. 'i don't want to hurt anymore' he sobs outloud 'please make it stop'... still sobbing he walks over and goes through his brothers dresser, the one that only Eddy has the keys for. he pauses for a moment when he notices a drawer he's never seen b4, one well hidden under the others, a secret drawer. without a real thought he unlocks the drawer, his eyes widen when they see what's inside. a small black pistol and a box of bullets. with shaky hands he take the gun and opens the chamber, it's empty. he smiles faintly as he begins to load it. 'this is it' he said outloud as tears form in his eyes. 'this is my way out.'
he bumps hard into Ed who'se standing on the other side and falls to the ground hard. 'why don't you watch where i'm going!?' he snaps. 'sorry Eddy' Ed replies quickly, helping his friend off the ground. he doen't feel like being outside today but he wants away from that house, even if his father isn't at home. his mind races as he stand there staring into space again, while Edd and Ed both look on. 'what the fuck are you two idiots looking at!?' he snaps noticing them staring at him. they both stand wide eyed, the first time they've heard Eddy cuss. 'Eddy! you should't curse' Double D says quickly. Eddy is outraged, how dare that little fuck off with a perfect life tell me what to do! he thinks to himself. 'fuck you Double D! don't you ever tell me what to do again you got me!? EVER!' he yells as he shoves Edd backwards into a nearby tree. Ed's so shocked he doesn't even move, he's never seen Eddy hurt Double D b4. recovering he quickly walks over to comfort his now crying friend as Eddy walks back into his house and slams the door shut hard. 'what did i do Ed?' Double D sobs into Ed's worn green jacket. 'ah it's ok Double D...Eddy's just grumpy today'. he says softly as he rubs Edd's back but deep down he knows there's something wrong with Eddy, even if Double D couldn't see it.
chapter-4- (wrong ways of coping)
Meanwhile Eddy's in his room sitting on his round bed, he reaches under the matress and pulls out an old razor from a pencil sharpner and stares at it. he knows it's wrong but for the past few months it's all he's had to keep him from killing himself. he closes his eyes and slashes his arms a few times on each and looks down as blood dripps to his finger tips. he smiles weakly as the release comes from his mental pain then uses an old rag on the floor to hold pressure to the cuts to stop the bleeding. he slowly stands up and walks to the bathroom washing off the blood already covering his arms, then changes his shirt to his fav long sleeved black one, with the red stripes on the sleeves and the large red '23' on the back. he begins to cry again as he thinks of his brother and his father. 'i don't want to hurt anymore' he sobs outloud 'please make it stop'... still sobbing he walks over and goes through his brothers dresser, the one that only Eddy has the keys for. he pauses for a moment when he notices a drawer he's never seen b4, one well hidden under the others, a secret drawer. without a real thought he unlocks the drawer, his eyes widen when they see what's inside. a small black pistol and a box of bullets. with shaky hands he take the gun and opens the chamber, it's empty. he smiles faintly as he begins to load it. 'this is it' he said outloud as tears form in his eyes. 'this is my way out.'