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☆Family Meeting☆

"Baby, i need you too hurry up in the bathroom, your mom needs us too be there by 2:00" Izzy yelled, pacing through Olivers room, trying to find some earrings. "I know, please give me a second." Oliver looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, regretting what he was about to do...

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It has been 7 months since the last time Oliver has talked too Regie. 7 months since he's talked too his love. His life over these months has been changing drastically. Not to mention Sebastian and Ryan. They just got engaged, and Oliver is so happy for them. Or at least i tries to show he is. But he wasnt reallg hapoy about anything. He wasnt hapoy himself. Its been about 2 weeks since they've got engaged and the couple was out of town for their honeymoon, enjoying France together, and speaking of Oliver's life, Izzy, his "girlfriend", is three weeks due. Oliver has three weeks until he is officially a dad. He has 3 weeks before Izzy is officially the mother of his children.

But Oliver hasn't really thought of it, Or doesnt want too. Oliver hasn't fully been here since the last time he talked too Regie. Hes kind of...gone. He isnt here, his mind isnt here. Oliver is basically just a soul with a beating heart, and too say he has been couping with it would be the biggest lie on the face of the earth. Oliver is basically numb at this point.

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Oliver looked at himself in the mirror for a bit longer, thinking about what he was about too do. Oliver sighed, letting a tear fall down his face. He looked around the bathroom looking for his hair scissors. Oliver picks them up and looks at them, frowning at the old blood at the tip, and he does it...he cuts himself. Oliver has been doing it for the last 3 months and that is the only way he calls himself "couping" with what going on. Oliver knows not too cut, and what it does too his skin, and how bad it is for you mental health but he really didnt care anymore. He was ashamed of it, but it made him feel so good. It made him feel like all the problems he was having were melting away...well at least at that moment....and he wasnt really cutting his self, well at least not, traditionally?

Oliver would grab his fore arm skin and cut it... individually. Oliver would literally open the scissors and cut his skin like paper. Basically gouging his skin open. He wanted too cause himself the up most pain, to punish his self for what hes doing too Regie and his own life. Oliver knew he would have to wrap his arm up with bandages and an ace bandage when he's done because he would bleed out if he didnt. Oliver would cut so deep that you could see the white meat of his arm. He would wrap a towel around his mouth and bite on it to muffle his sobbing and wincing, and he had to especially now since Izzy was right behind that bathroom door.

Oliver had tears, heavy tears running down his face. He knew he had too leave in under 5 minutes but he didnt care, he had too hurt himself before facing his mom's hurt face. "OLIVER HURRY UP! IM GONNA START THR CAR, ITS KIND OF COLD OUTSIDE-". Izzy yelled. Its was fall, Oliver's favorite season...well his new favorite season. He could wear sweaters everyday and no one would bat an eye. But not like they would, bat an eye anyway, he usually wears long sleeve shirts and sweaters. His arm would be covered.

Oliver looked up at the door, hearing Izzy scream and walk out the door. His eyes were full of tears and the towel around his mouth was soaked from tears and his own saliva. Oliver looked down at his arm and sighed, hiccuping his sigh from the crying. Oliver knocked his self out of his trance and quickly got up from sitting on the toilet seat, swinging open the medicine cabinet and grabbing his bandages and peroxide but then Oliver hesitated for a minute. Oliver looked at the peroxide in his hand. Did he want to clean his arm up or punish himself more by just putting on a bandage. Not cleaning it or anything. This would be the first time Oliver  would be using peroxide too clean his arm, he would usually just use water, but today maybe...just maybe he could treat himself ok...but no. Oliver put the peroxide back, closing the cabinet and looking down at his arm, expressionless. Oliver wrapped up his arm, pulled his sweater sleeve down, wiped off his face and left. Not looking at himself in the mirror.

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"Finally your here, you take forever. Lets go talk too your mom about this baby shower idea-" Izzy said, groaning and pulling off. "Your parenst are going too be their too...dont forget that." Oliver reminded, neutrally. Izzy was pregnant and very hormonal so Oliver basically agreeded to everything she said these past months, and for some reason, she liked too drive, she said that everytime Oliver drove it felt like the car was going to break down and kill the baby....and she didnt forget to tell him that hes a deadbeat father. As a matter of fact, Izzy has told him that and makes sure she tells him that everyday since the Fogo de Chao argument.

Oliver sighed and looked out the window. He knew he couldnt do anything but all he did know is that he really wanted too cut his self right now.

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"Hi Oliver, hi baby!" Izzy's mom and dad yell in sync. Oliver's mom looked at the couple and chuckled before looking back at Oliver. "Hi mom, hey dad! Hi Ms.Moy!"."Hi Izzy." Ms.Moy faintly smiled, then going back to looking at Oliver. Oliver couldnt even look his mom in the eye, but he knew he had too. She raised him that way. "Hi Mr and Ms.Trumani." Oliver smiled, faintly. "Hey Oliver!" Mr.Trumani exclaimed. "Ok so...baby shower!? Im so excited that you guys agreed to it!" Mrs.Trumani couldnt even finish her statement before Olivers mom stood up shaking her head and laughing. Oliver looked up and saw what happened, nearly crying. Izzy and her parents couldnt care less though, or at least they didnt understand enough to care. "Where's she going?!" Mr.Trumani asked while laughing with his wife. "Shes probably going to the bathroom or something." Izzy finished, still not caring enough.

Oliver followed his mom with his eyes enough to watch her walk out the restaurant, slamming the door behind her. Oliver knew her disappointment had turned to anger, and there was nothing he could do about it. Oliver really REALLY wanted too cut his self now. He couldn't control the urge anymore. Before the tears started too fall, Oliver grabbed his steak knife and slips it in his sleeve before sprinting off too the bathroom. "I- I'll be r- r right back-" Oliver spitted out, before quickly running too the bathroom. Oliver liked the feeling of cutting his skin with scissors so Oliver knew what he was going too do. He had done it before.

Oliver was going to open his old scars up and stick the knife in the open flesh, just too see more blood come out. Just too give himself the up most pain. He deserved it. He caused all this anger and hurt. He ruined his life. Oliver gagged himself with his other sweater covered arm, biting down on it and wincing to the agonizing pain.

Oliver was about to stab his flesh with the knife again when he heard a familiar sound. Oliver slowly let go of his arm he was biting on and looked at his pocket. Sunshine was playing. Oliver dropped the knife, looking at his destroyed arm, and then too his phone. Oliver couldnt hold it together anymore. Oliver slumped down on the wall of the bathroom stall, crying the hardest he has ever cried. Why did he do this to himself, why did he ever have sex with her in the first place. Why did he do this too Regie. Why did it have too happen too him. Why did Regie have too be gone.....why.

Oliver didnt care if anyone found him on the floor crying. Oliver wouldnt mind if he bleed out right then and there. Oliver couldnt think about anything else but that. Maybe thats what he deserves. Maybe if he just dies, he'll get his final punishment. He'll never have to worry about hurting anybody. He could just be gone and take the burden off of everyones shoulders.

Oliver couldnt have gotten up even if he wanted too. Oliver was far too week mentally and now physically. He was loosing alot off blood at this point. With the strength he had left, Oliver looked down, only too see himself sitting in a puddle of his own blood. Oliver laughed, "Let me just die here. It'll all be gone." Oliver whispered to himself, before closing his eyes.

Oliver has already lost consciousness.