Ed Edd n Eddy [Edd x Reader]

How Could This Have Happened?

**Still Double D's Pov**

What I assume was, a few hours that have gone by, I hear a deafening pounding on the door. "Eddward Marion, what are you burning down there!?" My mothers voice echoed throughout my room. She and my father always tried to shield me from the world and the horrible on-goings capturing it. Science was my only escape from the curiosities they forebode me from acknowledging. I get up and look around. I-I'm in my basement? I notice I am wearing a lab coat and a face mask, this most likely means the contents I am fidgeting with my be deadly. The fan above me blew cold air on the top of my head. I noticed my hair was flowing with the wind, I quickly tied it up with a rubber band, I never wore hats. I look around to see one of my experiments malfunctioning. I was testing the boiling points of chemical to see if I could get a reaction. "Oh my, this certainly won't do!" I say as I grab my oven mitts and remove the clear glass flask with the iodine contents still spewing out, I place it on a chemical glass holder. "It's rather unlike me to be so forgettable and leave this running." I say while rubbing my chin. I turn off the burner and grab my science note book and write down:

Iodine

Boiling Point: 363.7F
Taken off burner at: 378.9F
It is very unlike me to just forget about an experiment. I feel very lethargic and light-headed, throughout the continuation of this project. I am very unsure what is happening around me, but I'm just not myself today. I shall continue on with the rest of my project.

I grab another glass flask. I turn the burner back on and get my instruments together. When suddenly, my nose started to bleed, profusely. "This would be perfect! What is the boiling temperature for blood?" I ask myself. I put the glass flask under my nose and it begins to collect blood. My nose filled about 20 to 30 ml of the bottle. I set it down, turn off the burner and run upstairs, while stanching my nose. I tilted my head back. Bad move.The sticky, slimy metallic juice crawled down my throat. It tasted like I was sucking on a salted, rust encrusted copper penny. I wanted to gag.  Running up the stairs seemed harder then usual, my breathing was very staggered and my heart wouldn't stop palpitating. "My lord, what is happening?" I question while running to the bathroom. I was determined not to get blood on the wooden floor, though it drenched my shirt. I busted through the bathroom and seen my mother putting her hair in a bun. She screeched in horror and yelled for my father to come in. 

"H-Honey?! My Poor Baby!" My mother was basically wailing hysterically. 

"Son, what happened?!" My father looked panicked as well. "Your face is turning white!" He grabbed a wet towel. "Lean forward, don't lean back. Blood can trickle to the back of your throat causing irritation, which may induce vomiting." He grabs the trash can next to the toilet. "Spit up your blood in here. Don't swallow it." He pointed at my mother. "Get him an ice pack." She quickly ran out to retrieve them. She brought five out from the freezer. My father snatched three and put them on my nose and cheeks. "This will reduce blood flow." My father crosses his arms and shoots a glare at my mother. 

"Sweetie," she said sweetly. "your father and I believe it might be best if you withhold your scientific curiosity for a while." 

My head sunk. "Okay, mother." Once the bleeding had resided my father waited 5 minutes before shooting a nasal spray up my nose to aide the fight of infection and prevent future Epistaxis from happening. "I have to put the blood I stored inside of my freezer." Their eyes widened with curiosity and anxiety. 

I walk up to my room and put my bloodied lab coat in the hazards bin outside of my room. My mother usually empties those every other day starting Monday. I carefully examine every last detail of my outfit. On my right collar bone, there was a speck of blood, no less then a millimeter in diameter. I cringed immensely, as I ripped off the shirt and replaced it with a new one. I also threw that shirt in the Hazard Box. I walked downstairs. I looked outside the window and saw children playing. I just looked out there for a while, my mother must have caught me staring at the neighborhood children because she said, "You know you can't go outside Eddward, those children could have diseases." I look at my feet, then back at her. She saw this as me pleading to go outside. "Eddward, other kids are the enemy. Don't you remember when They made fun of you because you are developmentally ahead of the other kids." I nodded. I'd get swirlies and shoved in lockers, textbooks smashed against my hands. I broke two fingers because of it. "All the torment you have endured, and you would still like to go outside?" I shook my head. I went downstairs to put the blood into my experiment holding fridge. I can't work down here while they're at home. I can't go outside while they're at home. And I can't even be independent while they are are home! I smelled a faint smell of sulfur. I thought this could have been because of my past nose bleed. I brushed it off and grabbed my invention sketch pad and ran upstairs to my room. I started conjuring up plans, wondering how I would get them out of the house. I'll even take five minutes alone to myself, but they are so afraid of what I will do. I want to go outside and breath fresh air! I was pulled out of school to be home schooled by my mom, since my dad is always busy working in his study. I haven't been able outside in 2 or 3 years. It feels like my house is a bomb shelter, and the apocalypse is on the uprise. I stare at the blank page for 30 minutes before hearing a voice echoing from downstairs. "Double D, your father and I will be out shopping! I need food to cook dinner with and your father needs ink for his printer." 

I quickly run downstairs. I hug them and kiss them good-bye. Once I was sure their car pulled away, I went outside. The brisk air running kisses against my skin, I felt free. Much to my dismay, I was outside for 2 minutes before it started raining. I quickly ran inside and slammed the door behind me. "If I get sick, they'll know." Upon entering the house, I felt a little light-headed and quite fatigued. I looked at the plants we had in our house, they were... really droopy. I found this rather odd because my father had a planters intuition. Sometimes, he would grow us natural vegetables and they would taste very savory. I looked at the clock and seen I had wasted ten minutes pondering about thoughts of my family. They were the ones I was trying to get away from. 

I ran upstairs and grabbed another lab coat, goggles, and re-tied my loose bun, before making my way downstairs. As I walked down there, I felt more and more lightheaded. I also felt a sense of dread, like something horrible was going to happen. I just chopped this up to my childhood anxieties. It was the first time I had ever been alone in the house. I was going to make sure I could use it correctly. 

I grabbed the blood from the fridge and gently shook it around in a circle. "Great! The viscosity remained the same." I said with a smile. I set my blood by the Bunsen Burner, and continued to gather more materials. I grabbed my glass stirring rod and set it next to my thawing blood. I set up my equipment so my glass flask was held up by two metal rods, and the burner lies comfortably underneath the glass flask. A feeling of intense foreboding washed over me again. It was so acute I felt nauseous.My ears had also started to ring, it was deafening. I grabbed the knob of the Bunsen Burner, and turned it very slowly. 

Boom. 

The last thing I remember was being cut across my hairline, with the glass flask that blew up in my face. 

I remember I made the news. "Gas leak burns down house, killing the little boy inside". The next news headline? "Mother and Father found dead in hotel room, bullets through both their heads." 

How Could This Have Happened? All because I wanted to be rebellious. 

It's all my fault.