Karl Jacobs x Trans Reader ||| 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 ··· ENG

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At least I know someone is on their way to help. 

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Y/n POV.
I was staring blankly at the wall, lying on the bed, not having the strength to even get up. I looked down at the pocketknife beside my left wrist and a few red spots around it. I looked at the 18 cuts on the wrist. My eighteenth birthday is in 6 days. Therefore, 18 cuts. I smiled weakly. Just me, still a bleeding wrist, 3 days without food, and 6 days from my birthday. Of course, no one realized that I am hardly active and I am not posting anything on Twitter, YouTube or streaming on Twitch. Standard.

Karl POV.
When I saw the message from "brother Y/n/n" signed, I was terrified. Y/n/n was the first person to see anything wrong. Plus - I liked him. When I stood at the traffic lights, I wrote to this whole "brother" to give me the address.

Once in Charlotte, I looked at the phone and read the address. After a few minutes I was at their home. I quickly got out of the car and ran to the gate, called and waited. After a minute, someone would open it for me. I ran to the room indicated by the boy and started jerking, pushing and calling Y/n/n. His brother ran over to ask if he could help. Then the idea hit my head.

– Do Y/n/n has window in his room?
– Yes.
– Can you show me from outside, so I could try get in that way?

The boy nodded yes and began to lead me outside. He showed me the Y/n/n window and I started climbing the house. The window wasn't wide open, but I could pull it open. After tinkering with the window handle for a while, I jumped in and carefully uncovered the curtains. I looked around the room and froze. The only person in this room was a boy with a mutilated wrist. A pocketknife was lying next to him, and he was crying. He didn't even notice me. I concluded it was Y/n/n.

I ran to him and started looking at his wrist. 7 deep cuts, 4 very deep, 5 was just skin cut and the other 2 were shallow. All the cuts were made in almost the same place, so nothing else could be seen except the blood that continued to flow. I pushed back the drawers and shouted to the boy to bring the bandages.

I gently started to move the bed so as not to open the wounds more with a sudden movement. I opened the door and took the bandages from the boy. I ran around the bed and began to bandage my arm. I looked at the boy with tears from his eyes and said:- Call an ambulance!

He obediently called and I tried to reconnect with Y/n/n, who was either pretending to be or really didn't had contact with real world. After a while I saw his eyes close. I checked the pulse again and found that he passed out.

Two minutes later we heard sirens. "Brother" went open the front door, and I stayed with Y/n/n.
After a while, rescuers ran into the room and carried Y/n/n to a stretcher. They put an oxygen mask on him. We left the house and the boy asked if he could go.
– And who are you for the victim?
– Ethan Y/l/n, I'm his brother.
– Can I go too? - I asked.
– Are you from the family?
– No..
– It's better if you stay here – Ethan said.

I just rolled my eyes and went inside, looking at everything from the window. After a while, I took out my phone and wrote to Dream that I and Y/n/n would not be active now and if someone will ask what happened he will think of something to come up with. I was sitting on the bed Y/n/n browsing social media being terribly worried.