I laid in a little ball on the floor, sobbing my eyes out. My body ached from my erratic breathing and from the lack of blood in my veins. The carpet was oozing red like a soaked sponge. Chris was still banging on the door, trying to get me to respond. I opened my eyes slightly, not seeing much but the blurry and fading room around me. I choked out a last sob before my body became paralyzed. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me.

I felt a breeze on my face as I slowly woke up. I'm not supposed to be waking up. I sobbed to myself as my body became more able. Eventually, I opened my eyes to see Ahren sitting next to me. One of his hands rested in his lap, the other stroking my hair. I inhaled sharply as I sat up. Ahren put an arm around me, helping me stay up as I looked over my body. I was wearing the same outfit that I was wearing earlier, minus the sweatshirt. I was back in Manson and Lucker's office area, but on the floor by the sofa. My arms had been healed and I had minimal scarring. I dropped forward, my head on my knees. Ahren rubbed my back, trying to soothe me.

"I know I'm not Chris... but I'm here for you. Say the magic word and I'll heal your mind." He coaxed, wrapping his arms around me. I continued to weep, wishing I was dead.

"You need rest..." I heard Manson say from in front of me. I lifted my head just as he laid a hand on me, knocking me out.

I could hear people talking around me as if I was underwater. I was still in Ahren's arms, but now my body was limp.

"Just let him sleep. We need to talk to his guardians anyways." Manson hissed in his raspy voice. Ahren sighed and muttered something under his breath before the presence of three people joined us.

"Why didn't you stop him?" Devin cried out as I felt his hands on the sides of my face. He was shaking as he held me, eventually pulling me away from Ahren. I laid on his shoulder until someone else pulled me onto their lap.

"This is hard on me too." Chris huffed as he choked out a sob. I could hear his shaky breathing, but I was only able to imagine how bad he really was taking this. I wouldn't expect him to be upset at all. The night before he was up Mike's ass, so why would he suddenly care about me.

"Both of you need to shut the hell up." Josh hissed as he cradled my body to his chest. He was shaking slightly and I could hear his sniffling. I could tell that he was trying to ignore the fact that I almost killed myself and stay strong. I mean... this is the third time that he's seen me on the edge of death. It's not even like I was just a friend of his. I was his little cousin. I was the last family member he had, that he still talks to. All of the grandparents we had died when I was a very young. Since my immediate family passed away and he came out to his parents, we were left to ourselves. We were always close but once he was disowned and I was widowed of my parents, he took it upon himself to become my guardian. It wasn't like he was actually my parent, he just watched out for me.

"Okay now let's get on topic." Manson interrupted coldly. The room fell silent for a minute, the only noise being my wallowing family.

"Ricky is clearly miserable and you guys have done nothing to help. I could get Jeremy in here and have him tell me everything you guys have done to fuck him up so bad, but I honestly don't care that much. So why don't you all become aware of what you've done, and never do it again. This is the last time he's coming back from a suicide. Next time he'll be dead for good and I'll have Ahren take his soul." Manson ranted as Josh stopped sniffling.

"Bye." Ahren whispered, most likely signaling Manson and his departure. Josh and Devin held me like they did the other night during my break down.

"Do you guys want to go home?" Chris asked, most likely uncomfortable with how he was being excluded. I would be uncomfortable too if the guardians of my soul mate wouldn't let me near him.

"Yeah." Devin whimpered as he backed away from me slowly. Josh did the same, leaving my body in the middle of the floor like it was diseased.

It took a split second for me to be back in my own home, panting as I flung myself up from the floor. I almost passed out with how quickly I stood up, but thankfully Chris caught me. I leaned against his chest as I wheezed with his arms wrapped around me.

"It's okay... I've got you." He soothed. I began to cry again, just knowing that I was brought back from the dead. In a fit of disregard, I pushed Chris away from me and staggered my way upstairs. I heard Devin and Josh call after me, both of them running behind me. I closed my door and wobbled to my bed, slowly climbing onto it and crossing my legs. No more than a minute later, Josh came storming into my room, Devin following after and trying the pull him away.

"I get it. You hate being alive. You hate living here. You hate your friends. You hate that you've been brought back from the dead. I get it. But I hate seeing this happen. All I want is to have a normal family. I know I'm probably part of the reason that this has happened, but I really wish you would communicate to me about this." Josh sobbed, barely able to get the words out. Devin rested a hand on his shoulder, tears falling from his eyes too. I wiped my face before climbing off my bed. I quickly made my way to Josh, throwing my arms around him. He slowly accepted it, pulling my body into his. Devin moved a hand to my shoulder, I pulled away, allowing him to hold us both.

"How about we go watch a movie?" He suggested. Josh and I nodded, still holding me close, he guided me down the stairs. Chris was sitting at the kitchen table, fingers linked, his gaze dropped, and his body motionless. He glanced up at me as I slowly walked to him.

"Come on. We're going to watch a movie." I coaxed as I rubbed his hand. His form softened and he smiled slightly as he stood up. He hugged me gently, acting as if I was an already broken sculpture, being held together by tears and praying. I heard little whispers going back and forth from behind me. I turned to see Devin and Josh peaking around the doorway, watching Chris and I. I smiled at the ridiculously small and normal jester. It's like when a girl's parents are watching their daughter get ready for prom and then the guy shows up.

Devin was curled up on Josh's lap, stuffing popcorn in his face as he watched Coraline intently. Chris had picked it out, since he had never heard of it. I could tell he regretted the decision though, considering he was flinching and trying to shield my eyes. It was cute how protective he was being. To keep him distracted, I would kiss him. It got him to close his eyes for a couple of seconds and he wouldn't scream. I would run out of breath and he would pull away, not wanting me to suffocate. Then he would freak out and I'd kiss him again. It was a fun little cycle we had going. Eventually the movie ended and I got up to put in another one. We were all pretty quiet, trying to avoid the elephant in the room.

"Put on Corpse Bride." Devin requested as he stood up and allowed Josh to move a bit. He turned sideways and kicked his legs up before allowing Devin to sit between them and lay against his chest. Chris crossed his legs as I returned to the couch, pulling me onto his lap.

"This movie wasn't made to drive people insane like the last one, right?" He asked sarcastically as I relaxed against him.

"It's a kids movie. Coraline was a kids movie too. You're literally one of Satan's bitches. How in the hell does something like that bother you?" I sassed. Seriously though. This movie fucked me up when I was like six years old. How could it fuck up a demon or reaper that calls hell his home?

"Because seeing people tortured is nothing compared to watching a alternative universe spy on children and sew buttons into their eyes and eat their souls or some shit." Chris huffed as he pulled me close and my guardians laughed.

As the movie ended, Josh cleared his throat. I froze in the process of pausing the credits. I slowly got up and removed the disc, putting it back in its case.

"I think we should talk." Josh said with a heavy swallow, breaking the silence. I let out a shaky breath as I returned to the couch. I was nervous. What would be so important that Josh would have to introduce the idea of us talking about it.

"Kellin called earlier today. He wanted to check in on you, but I kinda lied and told him that you've been doing really well." Josh sighed. He wasn't much older than me, so I could understand how parenting would be something that he still isn't very comfortable with.

"I mean you've been doing better." He rushed to say. "But, you're still..." Josh trailed off, stuttering slightly. Devin tilted his head back and pecked him on the cheek. This gave Josh a small confidence boost as he smiled before continuing on.

"You need to go to school, but we could get you a tutor or home school you or something." He added. I nodded as Chris pulled me back onto his lap. He played with my hair as I awaited the next topic anxiously. It was actually soothing to have someone's hands on me in such a low-key way.

"And now you have a... boyfriend." Josh stammered with a swallow. "This is just the first time that I've seen you as such a grown up. The future is up to you and it feels weird." He said as a tear dripped down his face. I slipped my hand into his and held it reassuringly.

"It hurts." He paused, taking a deep breath and trying to compose himself. "Seeing you grow up in front of my eyes. We used to be so normal. And so much has changed." He huffed as Devin turned and dried his tears. Chris moved his hands to my waist, rubbing my ribs.

"Some time soon, we'll hang out like we used to." I suggested, realizing how much I missed the good old days. Josh responded with a nod.

"I'm gonna go to sleep." He mumbled as Devin climbed off his lap and kissed his cheek. Josh left the room quickly, his boyfriend lingering for a minute.

"I'm sorry about that. I'm going to go clean up... but I'll be awake. You should get some sleep." Devin said as he kissed the top of my head. He really would be a good parent. He followed after my cousin, his long legs moving fast.

"Come on. We need to get some rest." Chris coaxed as he tucked his head into my neck, nibbling on my skin. I wined loudly, refusing to get up. I closed my eyes for a second and when I reopened them, I was sitting on my bed.

"Come on." Chris soothed, pulling my shirt off. I shivered into his body before he forced me to stand up. He pulled my jeans off and opened my bed up. He tucked me into the covers before undressing himself partially. I could tell I was blushing as I studied his beautiful body. His pale, tattooed skin was pulled tight over his muscles. I looked away as he climbed under the blankets with me.

He pulled me onto his chest, my face being inches from his. My legs were between his and our abdomens were pressed together. My breathing was erratic as I studied his eyes. Slowly I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. His hands rested on the backs of my upper thighs, slowly pushing up my boxers as his fingers lingered on my ass. I held onto his hips, slipping my hands under his waistband. His tongue roamed through my mouth. It was a nice and intimate moment until I heard someone close the door behind us. My face heated up, embarrassed that one of my family members saw this. I could feel Chris getting hard against me, causing me to blush more. From what I could tell, he was huge and it was intimidating. He pulled away from me for a second, allowing me to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry." Chris whispered as his lips brushed my cheek. "Let's just get some sleep." He said, dismissing the fact that we were both horny and grinding on eachother. I nodded and dropped my head down so it was next to his. It was awkward to be in a position like this, however it was also sweet.

This took literally forever to update. I've been watching so much supernatural. My phone has face recognition and it categorizes pictures of people under their contacts and it thought a picture of me with no makeup on was Ryan-Ashley Malarkey. Also my mom asked me if Devin Sola is transgender???????? I also slayed today. I HAVE A COLLAB STORY STARTED ON THIS ACCOUNT CALLED @atmidnightwesuckdick IT'S MINTY. 2ndSucksDick is signing off.

Wtf mate. Why won't this publish right. Seriously if you don't get the authors note then message me so I can fix this shit.