Clayton's POV!
I felt so bad. Why did I have to be such a hypocrite to her? I sank on to the floor and started to cry. The memory of when I first started cutting flashed through my head.
*Flashback*
"Clayton YOU ASS HOLE! How could you be so stupid to think that we actually care for you! Get this through your emo head! YOU WERE AN ACCIDENT!!! We never wanted you; we wanted a girl not some pathetic boy who looked like a girl. Why else do you think we treat you like this!!!!!!! You are just some emo kid that no one cares about and no one ever will! Now get your things and get out of this house! We don’t want you and don’t want to waste our breath beating you!" my MOTHER screamed at me while my FATHER beat the shit out of me. I kept my tears in as I just took the daily beating even though this beating was ten times worse than any other beating that they have given me. Maybe it was because they were kicking me out. My own PARENTS hate me and are kicking me out at age 12!!!! I stumbled upstairs and started throwing all of my things into my suitcase. It only took me five minutes to pack my things together since I hardly owned anything. I walked downstairs and out the front door. Where was I supposed to go??? I 2 was a 12-year-old boy out on the streets by myself with only the clothes on my back and the little bit of things and clothes that I owned in my backpack. I had been walking for about fifteen minuets when I came across the little piece of metal that was going to change my life, as I knew it. It called for me to pick it up and slide it across my wrist. How could I resist the sweet call of this piece of metal saying "Clayton! let me cut you Clayton!" ok now I was just going crazy! I made my self-think a piece of METAL was talking to me!!!! I shook my head as I walked over to it and picked it up. it couldn’t hurt that bad could it????? Jordan, Stephen, and Brent do it all the time.....and it cant hurt more than what my parents do to me, or rather did to me every day. I shrugged as I slid it across my wrist leaving drops of blood on the metal and on my wrist. shit! I didn’t clean the metal first! now im going to get effing infected! I thought to myself before rolling my eyes at my craziness and stupidity and slid the metal into my pocket, wiped my wrist on the inside of my shirt, and looked around to see where I was. I found myself in front of Jordan’s house.
*end Flashback*
I broke down into sobs on the floor. how could I have been so STUPID! I was a jackass to Roze, and now im going to have to pay for it. I knew that her friends were going to tell her everything...and once they did......we would be over before I would have a chance to apologize.
Roze's POV
"How could I have ever liked that stupid hypocrital DICK!!!!!!" I yelled as I paced around the room where Brendon, Jon, Spencer, Stephen, Brent, Jordan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all sat trying to calm me down. Brendon had just told me the truth about Clayton. The truth was that...he was a complete Jackass to Panic and would always cuss them out and yell at them, make fun of them, and he cheated on me like a lot. The worst part of it all was that...some part of me knew all along about everything but didn’t want to believe it. I had made myself believe that he loved me no matter what my heart told me. I knew that I didn’t love him like I said I did, but I tried to make myself love him...pathetic right??????? Maybe but to me… it wasn’t. ok so maybe it was. Who am I trying to kid. “you know…….. somehow….I always knew…….about everything.” I said to them with a small smile on my lips. I went over and sat between Spencer and Brendon and they hugged me.
“wait…..so are you breaking up with him????” Jordan asked me. I didn’t dare look at him. He had a powerful thing about the way he looks at people. It could make them do almost anything. I knew that if I looked at him…. My answer would be no, no matter how much I wanted to.
“ya.” I said softly still looking at the ground. I was scared of his reaction. He and Clayton were so alike that it wasn’t even funny. They were so close, like brothers, and he had told me the day I said yes to Clayton, that if I ever broke his heart….he would hurt me. bad. So this was it. His reaction in three……two……one.
“YOU BITCH! HE LOVES YOU NO MATTER HOW MANY GIRLS HE CHEATED ON YOU WITH! YOUR JUST A SLUT! A BITCHY WHORE SLUT! I HOPE YOU DIE!” he screamed before storming out of the room with Brent and Stephen close behind. Although Stephen looked at me with a sorry look not wanting to leave….but he knew it was best because if he stayed…he would be dead. I waited until they were completely out of the room and the door closed before I looked up and said something.
“well he took that better than I though.” I said as I laid down on the bed. I looked up at the ceiling wondering how my life changed from having everything…except my parents that is….to losing it all.
Ryan’s POV
Withering in pain. Screaming my heart out. I couldn’t breath. The pain. It hurt like no tomorrow. In fact Im not so sure im going to make it to tomorrow. The worst part of this all wasn’t the pain and the torture. It was the feeling of betrayal. The feeling that two people who I thought loved me very much, went out of their way to have me kidnapped, tortured and maybe eve KILLED? O god don’t think that way Ross! Your going to make it! you will be saved. Don’t worry. Just hang in there. No matter who you see and how much it hurts. Think happy thoughts. Think of Brendon. The person you love so much. Your best friend…..your boyfriend? No we weren’t quite there yet. We haven’t even told anyone that we are gay yet!!!! Ok how the hell did my thoughts get to this???? O right happy thoughts. Like brendon’s lushes lips. His hot apple bottom. His angelic voice. His talent. His everything. Just keep thinking about brendon and coming back to him and everything will be ok.
Thoughts of Brendon Urie ran through my head as Death eaters would whip me and use the cruciatis curse on me. it hurt so bad but memories of me and Bren made everything feel better. Until they walked in.
“hello son”
Stephen’s POV
“calm down Jordan! This isn’t about you! Its about Roze and Clayton! So just seriously but out of their business!!!” I yelled at him as we walked into our room…..only to find Clayton on the ground passed out, a knife in his hand, blood around him. We all froze. Jordan was as pale as a gohst and a tear slid down his cheek as he kneeled down next to him checking for a pulse.
“h-he still has a slight pulse. Someone go get dumbeldore!!!!” he screamed. I ran out of the room without thinking twice. This had happened too many times before. I knew that we only had a certain amount of time to get help before he would either die or go into a coma. So I was running full speed. I didn’t even know where to find dumbeldore….but some part of me was pulling me in a direction that I felt was the right way. I was running down the dark hallway when I bumped into someone and fell down. I looked up to find Dumbeldore there with a smile on his face.
“Dumbeldore! You have to help!!!!!!!! Clayton is dying!” I screamed before turning around and running back to where our room was. I could hear dumbeldore behind me so I knew he was coming. We got back to the room only to find Jordan in a corner crying and Brent by Clayton.
