Call Someone.

Clay Jensen has had a rough year, resulting in him not finding the will to live anymore.

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 made him 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 13 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 a fourth 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 cut her wrists open, cutting open veins and most likely arteries. Somehow, a person online leaked the photos of her wrists. That photo 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 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.

"Tony... Tony, I need you.. please come over.." Clay said in a strained voice, which definitely caused Tony to worry. "Yeah, of course. I'm on my way right now. He said in a panicked voice, yet still trying to sound calm. Clay hung up, the blood starting to seep into his bed sheets, boxers and everything else. Clay felt numb, just wanting to feel Tony's warm hugs. His cuts stung, but he deserved it after causing so many people so much pain.

Just as Clay was starting to doze off, he heard his window sliding open, indicating Tony was here. "Shit.." Clay whispers, whimpering as he tries to hide the vicious cuts, yet it being too late as Tony is already closing the window in a panic before coming to Clay's side. "Shit, Clay, what happened? Are you okay?" Tony asks, trying to hide the scared look in his eyes and the sound of afraidness in his voice of losing another friend.

Clay points to his closet, signing that disinfectant and bandages are in there. "Tony.. Tony, I'm really sorry..." Clay starts to apologize as he begins crying again, feeling as if he's let Tony down. Tony rather stays quiet, having have gotten the first aid kit. He kneels infront of Clay, examining the open wounds on his thigh. Clay always thought that Tony would make a great doctor or nurse, but Tony rather wanted to work with cars. Tony's heart breaks at the sight of his best friend, knowing that Clay fought hard not to relapse previous days, so he understood that Clay couldn't resist it anymore.

Tony starts to disinfect the wounds, Clay flinching each time the disinfectant stings the cuts. Tony knew he had to take Clay to the hospital first thing in the morning for him to get stitches since the cuts were too deep to heal properly on their own, but since it's currently 02:43 AM, he knew that all Clay needed right now was comfort and rest.

After bandaging Clay's wounds, he gently lifts the taller yet lighter man up and carries him over to the couch in Clay's bedroom, making sure to slowly place Clay down so that the wounds wouldn't start bleeding again. After putting him down, Tony brushes the hair out of Clay's face, softly petting the top of his head before moving to the bed. Tony took the bloodied sheets of,seeing that the bleeding went all the way through to the mattress, sighing softly and deciding that that's a problem for another day.