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Clay felt like shit. He always has after Hannah Baker's death. He lies in his bed, the darkness of his room surrounding him. On previous days, he easily got out of bed, but after spending so much time trying to pretending as if he's alright caused him to burn out a lot faster. Clay has friends, of course, like Ani, Jessica, Justin, Tyler and everyone else, but at this moment he only wants to see his best friend. Tony Padilla.
Tony was the type of guy you'd hope that you're on good terms with. Yeah, he was frightening sometimes and lost his temper scary fast, but once you were on his good side, he was loving and the most caring. Tony was protective of friends and people, the people he loved. Clay was one of the few people who got to see his good side. Clay rolled over, trying to muster up the energy and strength to grab his iPhone 5s.. but he decided against it, he didn't want to bother Tony again.
His eyes drifted away from the phone, gravitating towards the rather enticing sight of his box cutter, the one he used to open Hannah Baker's box of tapes. Her 13 reasons why. He lifted his hand, grabbing the sheathed blade. He started thinking of Hannah, Jeff and.. Skye. He told himself that he needed to feel the same pain as they did, or at least half of it. He sat up, sliding his pants off. He didn't want to cut on his wrists since it was summer, so he decided on his thighs.
He pressed the blade against his skin. It was a hard, cold metal against his own pale, soft flesh. Flesh that could easily be scarred by the smallest of cuts. Clay thought of how Hannah must have felt when she slit her wrists open. The thought of her doing it stuck with Clay for the past few months up until now. He closed his eyes, pressing the blade hard against his skin before quickly swiping.
Clay gasped as he opened his eyes, greeted with the sight of blood viciously running along his leg. He took his towel and cleaned it, wanting to see how deep he cut. He was slightly terrified, yet relieved. He repeated the process of pressing the blade against his skin and swiping, not taking the pain into consideration. Clay looked closer, seeing the yellow layer of his body, the hypodermis. He didn't register the fact that he was crying before he felt tears falling down onto his leg, mixing with the copious amounts of blood. He definitely nicked a few veins.
Clay felt like he needed to hear how his skin ripped open with each cut just to feel at least a little bit like his friends did. As he came back to his senses, he realized that his cuts are bleeding way too much for it just to be a vein or two as he started feeling lightheaded. His eyes were feeling heavy.
He didn't know what to do, his hands and everything around him was full of blood as he noticed the spurting of blood. Shit. He nicked an artery. He tried to reach for his phone, it now also getting coated in blood. He turned his phone on and instantly typed his contact number in there, pressing the call button.
He put his phone on speaker, not having the energy to hold it up to his ear. The phone rang 2 times before he was greeted with Tony's warm voice with his accent. It was the only accent that Clay ever found attractive. He could hear Tony's mustang's engine roaring in the background.
"Tony?.." Clay muttered, feeling the need to hear the other man's voice. "Hey, Clay, do you need something? I'm near the area so if you do then I can pick it up." Tony said, his voice sounding particularly warm and caring tonight, which ends up being the reason why Clay starts to break down in tears.