Disclaimer, uh-huh. Yeah. If you are squeamish this chapter might be a bad
thing. Can you say S-U-I-C-I-D-E?
That night Ron got home and threw himself on the bed.
"It's over Rufus. I'm not gonna go through another day like this. It's over."
"What?" Rufus squeaked, not understanding the torment his friend was going through, and not understanding what Ron was going to do.
Ron sat down on the bed, and began to write. He finished. Ron picked up Rufus and gave him a little hug.
"I'll miss ya buddy. Can you take this to Kim?" he asked, handing Rufus the folded paper. Rufus nodded and took off, not understanding what was going on. On the way to Kim's house, Rufus unfolded the note (don't asked how he can read) and began to read the note. He squeaked in alarm at what it said.
'Hey KP, It's me, Ron. By the time you get this note it will be too late to do anything. I'm killing myself. It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault. I just don't think there's any reason to live anymore. Used to love life, but now I hate it. Every day is just pain and torment. So I'm gonna slit my wrists. I love you KP, never forget it. I'm glad you have Josh Mankey. I'm totally jealous of him, but I'm happy for you. Try not to end up the same way I did, killing myself. Suicide is the only way I could get out of this. I love you more than I loved life when it was good, and I always will. I'll always be with you. No matter what happens I'll always love you. And you're the only reason I loved life when I did.
~Ron'
That was what the note said. Rufus began to scurry as fast as his little pink legs could carry him, toward Kim's house.
Back at the Stoppable residence, Ron had snuck a knife from his kitchen into his room. He proceeded to write a suicide note to his parents, and then poised the knife above his wrist and took a breath. "I'm sorry Kim," he said and then plunged the sharp silver blade dramatically into his soft wrist. He cried out from the pain, but dragged the knife downward, splitting his skin, and did the same to the other wrist. His deep crimson blood poured forth rapidly. Ron started to cry. "I'll miss you," he whispered to no one in particular. He lay down on his floor, staring up at the ceiling blankly.
"So, this is what dying feels like. It's a lot like living, only it hurts," Ron muttered softly. Dark thoughts chased each other through his mind. "I was so in love. I hate love. It's what got me into. Why did I have to fall in love?! Because Kim is so amazing, that's why! And now I'm here, bleeding, because of it. That's the reason I hate myself. And I loved her so much. I still do. And now death is gonna swallow me away. Just like I want it to. I'll never know what love is like, I'll never feel someone who loves me kiss my lips for the first time. I'll never get a slow dance. I'll never do any of those things. Because I was too stupid to realize...that there's other girls out there for me. None who'll like me, but other girls. I didn't need to kill myself over KP, even though I love her more than anything in the universe. Aww KP, no matter where you are I love you," Ron said quietly. He could feel blood pouring out of his wrists slowly, and he could feel that he was passing out from blood loss.
"Won't be long now," Ron muttered weakly.
At the Possible residence the family was settled in the living room, KP reading a magazine, the Drs. Possible watching a news program, and the twins were mummifying one of KP's old Barbie dolls. Suddenly Kim heard frantic squeaking, and something leaped up onto her knee.
"Rufus?" she asked.
Rufus held up the note. Kim read it, and her eyes widened.
"Ron!" she gasped. And then she grabbed Rufus. "C'mon Rufus we have to save Ron!" Kim said, and she ran out the door. A few minutes later she reached Ron's house. She burst through the door.
"Kim? What's the rush?" asked Mrs. Stoppable.
"It's Ron! He's going to commit suicide!" Kim gasped breathlessly. She'd been running since she left home.
"Oh no!" Mrs. Stoppable gasped. The two females rushed toward Ron's closed door. Kim flung it open and the two screamed at the sight. Ron was lying on his floor, arms bloody, his eyes only open a fraction. Both of his arms were lying in small pools of blood, since Ron had been bleeding quite a bit.
"Ron!" the two said in one breath. They rushed to his side.
"Ron, can you hear me!?" Kim asked frantically.
"Huh. Yeah," Ron said, his voice weak and barely above a whisper.
"Ron why?" Kim asked.
But it was then that Ron became unconscious. The most horrible thing Kim ever saw in her life was the lonely, tearful, heartbroken look in her best friend's eyes as they closed.
"Oh Ron! Please!" his mother sobbed.
"C'mon, we need to call 911!" Kim said, trying to stay together. She grabbed a phone.
Around 30 minutes later (such BAD service) the ambulance arrived. They dragged Ron out of his room. Kim stared at the pool of blood Ron had left on the floor, soaking into the carpet, and she could feel herself losing grip. This could not be her life. Ron could not have just tried to commit suicide, she could not be here. She started to cry, and it surprised her. But she stopped her tears and left the room.
About half an hour later, Kim got out of the car and rushed into the hospital. In Ron's room, he was unconscious still. Kim went over to the bed.
"You're my best friend Ron, I don't care what happens, you'll always be," Kim murmured quietly. She stroked her silly friend's yellow hair.
"Excuse me Miss, but you're going to have to leave now," a nurse said to Kim. Kim stood up, then leaned down and kissed Ron's lips quickly.
"If I never see you again, I'll remember you when you were happy," she whispered, though she knew that Ron couldn't hear her. She left the room quietly.
Aww, so sad. Not Ron! No! Please! I love Ron! Why?
~Moonchild
That night Ron got home and threw himself on the bed.
"It's over Rufus. I'm not gonna go through another day like this. It's over."
"What?" Rufus squeaked, not understanding the torment his friend was going through, and not understanding what Ron was going to do.
Ron sat down on the bed, and began to write. He finished. Ron picked up Rufus and gave him a little hug.
"I'll miss ya buddy. Can you take this to Kim?" he asked, handing Rufus the folded paper. Rufus nodded and took off, not understanding what was going on. On the way to Kim's house, Rufus unfolded the note (don't asked how he can read) and began to read the note. He squeaked in alarm at what it said.
'Hey KP, It's me, Ron. By the time you get this note it will be too late to do anything. I'm killing myself. It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault. I just don't think there's any reason to live anymore. Used to love life, but now I hate it. Every day is just pain and torment. So I'm gonna slit my wrists. I love you KP, never forget it. I'm glad you have Josh Mankey. I'm totally jealous of him, but I'm happy for you. Try not to end up the same way I did, killing myself. Suicide is the only way I could get out of this. I love you more than I loved life when it was good, and I always will. I'll always be with you. No matter what happens I'll always love you. And you're the only reason I loved life when I did.
~Ron'
That was what the note said. Rufus began to scurry as fast as his little pink legs could carry him, toward Kim's house.
Back at the Stoppable residence, Ron had snuck a knife from his kitchen into his room. He proceeded to write a suicide note to his parents, and then poised the knife above his wrist and took a breath. "I'm sorry Kim," he said and then plunged the sharp silver blade dramatically into his soft wrist. He cried out from the pain, but dragged the knife downward, splitting his skin, and did the same to the other wrist. His deep crimson blood poured forth rapidly. Ron started to cry. "I'll miss you," he whispered to no one in particular. He lay down on his floor, staring up at the ceiling blankly.
"So, this is what dying feels like. It's a lot like living, only it hurts," Ron muttered softly. Dark thoughts chased each other through his mind. "I was so in love. I hate love. It's what got me into. Why did I have to fall in love?! Because Kim is so amazing, that's why! And now I'm here, bleeding, because of it. That's the reason I hate myself. And I loved her so much. I still do. And now death is gonna swallow me away. Just like I want it to. I'll never know what love is like, I'll never feel someone who loves me kiss my lips for the first time. I'll never get a slow dance. I'll never do any of those things. Because I was too stupid to realize...that there's other girls out there for me. None who'll like me, but other girls. I didn't need to kill myself over KP, even though I love her more than anything in the universe. Aww KP, no matter where you are I love you," Ron said quietly. He could feel blood pouring out of his wrists slowly, and he could feel that he was passing out from blood loss.
"Won't be long now," Ron muttered weakly.
At the Possible residence the family was settled in the living room, KP reading a magazine, the Drs. Possible watching a news program, and the twins were mummifying one of KP's old Barbie dolls. Suddenly Kim heard frantic squeaking, and something leaped up onto her knee.
"Rufus?" she asked.
Rufus held up the note. Kim read it, and her eyes widened.
"Ron!" she gasped. And then she grabbed Rufus. "C'mon Rufus we have to save Ron!" Kim said, and she ran out the door. A few minutes later she reached Ron's house. She burst through the door.
"Kim? What's the rush?" asked Mrs. Stoppable.
"It's Ron! He's going to commit suicide!" Kim gasped breathlessly. She'd been running since she left home.
"Oh no!" Mrs. Stoppable gasped. The two females rushed toward Ron's closed door. Kim flung it open and the two screamed at the sight. Ron was lying on his floor, arms bloody, his eyes only open a fraction. Both of his arms were lying in small pools of blood, since Ron had been bleeding quite a bit.
"Ron!" the two said in one breath. They rushed to his side.
"Ron, can you hear me!?" Kim asked frantically.
"Huh. Yeah," Ron said, his voice weak and barely above a whisper.
"Ron why?" Kim asked.
But it was then that Ron became unconscious. The most horrible thing Kim ever saw in her life was the lonely, tearful, heartbroken look in her best friend's eyes as they closed.
"Oh Ron! Please!" his mother sobbed.
"C'mon, we need to call 911!" Kim said, trying to stay together. She grabbed a phone.
Around 30 minutes later (such BAD service) the ambulance arrived. They dragged Ron out of his room. Kim stared at the pool of blood Ron had left on the floor, soaking into the carpet, and she could feel herself losing grip. This could not be her life. Ron could not have just tried to commit suicide, she could not be here. She started to cry, and it surprised her. But she stopped her tears and left the room.
About half an hour later, Kim got out of the car and rushed into the hospital. In Ron's room, he was unconscious still. Kim went over to the bed.
"You're my best friend Ron, I don't care what happens, you'll always be," Kim murmured quietly. She stroked her silly friend's yellow hair.
"Excuse me Miss, but you're going to have to leave now," a nurse said to Kim. Kim stood up, then leaned down and kissed Ron's lips quickly.
"If I never see you again, I'll remember you when you were happy," she whispered, though she knew that Ron couldn't hear her. She left the room quietly.
Aww, so sad. Not Ron! No! Please! I love Ron! Why?
~Moonchild
