TW: This chapter may contain self-harm, and talk about suicidal thoughts
Y/N POV:
I got off the plane feeling jet-lagged already. I called an uber and rode to my new home for the time being.
Moving here might not be the best idea considering I haven't seen my brother in four years but at this point it's my only option.
I thanked the uber driver and got out of the car, walking to the steps feeling a sense of Deja vu. Who knew I would be moving back in with my brother? I knocked on the door, but it was unlocked, I opened it and went inside.
"Jake? I'm here!" I yelled out. I heard heavy footsteps running down the stairs and I was hit with a huge hug from my brother.
"Finally! I fucking missed you y/n!!" He exclaimed hugging me tight, but all I could think of was...
How and when did he get so fucking tall?? Last time I saw him he was like 5'10, now he looks like he's reaching 6'2. God it's been a while.
"I missed you too Jake" I said smiling at him.
"C'mon I'll show you around" he said grabbing my hand.
Jake has not changed one bit, still energetic as can be but I'm glad he didn't change seeing that I probably changed too much. Thinking about how I used to be; happy, skinny, good relationship, no horrifying thoughts, and look at me now. I don't know what happened to me. He dragged me upstairs past a couple closets, and the laundry room.
"Alright this is where all the bedrooms are." He said letting go of my hand.
"My room right over here, your room is at the end of the hall, and the last room is my roommate Johnnie's room." He explained pointing at everyone's rooms. I peered into johnnie's room, and he looked up at me with a blank stare.
Damn...he was kind of cute. I thought to myself before going to my room. It was decorated with posters of MCR, Panic! At the Disco, Green Days, and even Never Shout Never (which I hadn't listened to in years...)
The bed was covered with gray bedsheets, and I could tell Jake decorated it because it was filled with lots of books, old cd's, a huge gaming setup. All things I loved; Jake followed me into the room.
"Well make yourself comfortable, go say hi to Johnnie if you want, I think he's just hanging out. I'm going to go get dinner, so I'll be back in probably 30 minutes, okay?" He asked, looking at me.
"Okay, and again thanks for letting me stay." I responded.
"Anything for my little sis." He said ruffling my hair, he walked out, and I heard the front door close. I looked around and brought my suitcase in and threw it on the bed. I looked to the left and saw my reflection in the mirror. Man, I looked horrible...
I opened my phone and saw I got a message from an unknown number.
???: Hey, It's Colby; heard you moved to LA. Wanna go out sometime? You seem better now...
Y/n: How the fuck did you get my number Colby??
C: I got it from Kat, so is that a yes on the date??
Y/n: No!! what makes you think I would ever want to hang out with you ever again Colby?
C: I know you miss me Y/n... C'mon you know deep down that you still hold on to me because you have no one else.
I read the message with tears streaming down my cheeks. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I just move on? I'm so sensitive and for what? I took the razor out of my suitcase and sat down on the bed staring at my legs with tears falling on them.
My thighs are too big, I'm fat and ugly, Colby is right I have no one else... I took the thin blade and sliced my thighs a couple times letting the blood dribble down to my knees. At this point I enjoyed the pain, I deserved it.
I went to get up to clean myself up when I heard my bedroom door creak. I quickly turned my head; I saw Johnnie looking at me in pure shock.
"Y/n, what- here let me help you with that." He said walking over to me.
"Johnnie no it's fine I can do it" I responded but he already grabbed a warm towel and bandages under the sink.
He, for some reason; did not seem bothered by the condition I was in. I was purely confused, why is he helping me?? I sat down on the bed again and he sat down next to me.
"Can I?" He said referring to the blood on my legs. I nodded and he gently wiped the blood away. He wrapped a couple bandages on the cuts and after he just stared at me.
"Are you okay y/n" he said wiping a tear from my face. I just couldn't hold myself together this time and let out a couple sobs. He leaned me onto his shoulder and let me cry.
After sitting like that for a couple minutes, I pulled my head up and looked at him.
"I'm sorry Johnnie you shouldn't be taking care of me. This is my problem, and you should not be having to care about me." I explained still making eye contact with him.
"Y/n you don't have to apologize for anything, I know how it feels. Trust me" he said grabbing onto my hand and squeezing it. I don't know why but I felt comforted by him being there. I felt something different, new perhaps...
Word Count: 962 words
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