⚠Trigger Warning⚠ Mentions of suicide, and self-harm. Don't read if you're sensitive to any of these things.
Zach sat in the corner of the bathroom with tears streaking down his face. Blood streamed down his arms but he could no longer feel the pain. He didn't know when it had gotten this bad. He'd been diagnosed with depression after the death of his cousin a year ago. It didn't matter to him anymore. He couldn't stop crying. He didn't know why he was crying but he couldn't stop.
Jonah walked into the house laughing as held a bottle of scotch in his hand. Behind him were Corbyn and Jack who were also holding bottles of alcohol. Last came Daniel who had the car keys since he was the only one fit to drive. "Alright you goons, go to the couch," he laughed.
Corbyn grinned as he stumbled to the couch. "I think I'll sleep this off."
Jack nodded as he followed Corbyn. Jonah followed the boys and was almost to his room when he heard sobs coming from the bathroom. He knocked on the door. "Hello? Zachy? What's going on buddy?"
"Leave me alone!" Zach sobbed. "Please leave me alone."
"No. I can't just leave you alone. What happened? Did someone hurt you?" Jonah asked worriedly.
Zach looked at his wrists and noticed there was a pool of blood at his feet. "No. No one hurt me."
Jonah sighed. "Z, please let me in."
Corbyn exited his room and walked over to Jonah. "What's up? Is Zach crying?"
Jonah nodded as he pulled at the door handle. "Let me in buddy. I just want to make sure you're okay."
"I'm not okay," Zach sobbed. "I'm not. Please I just need to be alone."
Jonah lowered his head. "Call me if you do."
Zach didn't respond as he tried to pull himself together. He reached for tissues and wiped the blood off the floor, flushing the evidence down the toilet. He shakily managed to pull himself to his feet and stood over the sink, wiping blood off of himself and cleaning the wounds. He splashed water on his face and left the bathroom.
That evening the boys were all watching tv as they relaxed on the couch. Corbyn had Zach curled up in his arms drifting in and out of sleep. Jonah paused the show and looked at his bandmate. "Zachy, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Zach replied.
Jonah raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay? Like really okay?"
"I'm fine!" Zach yelled and ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. Why was he crying again? Why did he get mad at Jonah? Why was he the worst band member?
He grabbed the blade from his drawer and sat against the wall. He was so frustrated he didn't even realize when he started cutting himself. After ten minutes he seemed to zone back in and gasped. There was an even larger pool of blood than before. The speed of his breathing picked up as he realized how deep the cuts were. Black dots blocked his vision and he passed out.
"He's been there way too long," Corbyn sighed.
Jonah nodded as he got to his feet and ran upstairs. "Zach! Zach answer me. Zachary Dean Herron."
Jonah rammed his shoulder into the door several times before the door broke open. He gasped. Zach was unconscious in a pool of blood. "No. Oh, Zachy."
Jonah knelt down and pulled Zach into his arms. He grabbed a towel and dampened it in the bathtub. He gently dabbed at Zach's wrists until the blood was gone. The cuts were deep but not too deep. Jonah rocked Zach in his arms singing softly knowing the boy would wake up pretty soon. "Oh buddy, I'm so sorry."
Corbyn walked upstairs and his eyes widened. "Z," he muttered.
"He'll wake up," Jonah replied.
As if on cue Zach moaned slightly as his eyes fluttered open. "J-jonah?" he moaned.
"Zach. I was so scared," Jonah pouted.
Zach gave a groan as he slowly sat up. He didn't speak as he looked at his two worried bandmates. He managed to pull himself to his feet and stumbled into his room to sleep. Jonah sighed as he wiped the blood off the floor.
The next morning the boys were rushed out the door by their tour manager Jon for an interview. Zach was sitting in the back, lost in his own thoughts as he stared out the window. Jonah put a hand on Zach's leg comfortingly as he gave him a sympathetic smile. They arrived at the studio and sat at the desk ready for the interview.
"I'm Jack."
"I'm Corbyn."
"I'm Daniel."
"I'm Jonah."
Everyone turned to Zach who was silently tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie. Daniel gently nudged Zach's shoulder. "Oh, I-I'm Zach," he stammered.
Zach was reaching his breaking point. He couldn't do it anymore. He was tired. The interviewer asked if they were going to make a song for Zach's cousin. It was the last straw.
Zach got up and ran out of the building even though Jonah was yelling for him in a panic. He didn't stop running until he found himself in his neighborhood a few minutes later. He ran into the house and ran up the stairs to his room. He went to the top of his closet and pulled a gun out from under a pile of clothes. Was he really about to do this? He couldn't control his sobs anymore as he put the single bullet into it. That was when a car pulled into the driveway.
Jonah slammed on the brakes and ran into the house, not even turning off the car. He was followed by Daniel, Jack and Corbyn.
Zach's sobs rang through the entire house as he took off the safety. He closed his eyes and braced himself as he pulled the trigger.
Jonah grabbed his keys and pulled open the door, hearing the heartbreaking sobs brought tears to his eyes. He had told the boys about Zach cutting and they had been talking about what to do and how to help him. Jonah swung open the door and they ran up the stairs just as a gunshot sounded.
Corbyn was the first in Zach's room and he thought he would throw up. "No no no no no no. Zach wake up. Zach."
Jack couldn't move as he stared at his bandmate. "We should've done something sooner. Why couldn't I have done something?"
Daniel couldn't speak. He could barely stand. Where had they gone wrong? What if they had been there for him?
I saw someone do something like this, not this exact thing, but it was a Jonah fanfic. If I find their account again I'll link it here but anyways, part 2 shall be up soon because I obviously couldn't leave all of you hanging like this. Stay safe everyone and if you ever do feel this way my messages are open and there are ways to get help ❤
