Jahnnie Drabbles☆

☆Relapse☆

(TW: SELF-HARM RELAPSING/
C!!TTING. DON'T READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, THIS IS YOUR WARNING.⚠️)

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Johnnie is laying on the side of his bed. He has been in the same position for the last few days. He has hardly been eating, and mostly sleeping his days away.

A little bit ago, Johnnie woke up. It was 10:30PM. He practically slept all day. He rubs his slept in makeup eyes as he sits himself up in his bed.

Sighing heavily, he pushes the blanket off himself. Placing his feet on the floor. His head turned to look at a specific drawer. One he hasn't touched in .. 3 years.

Holding his tears back, he sniffles a bit. His head turning to look at his bedroom door. Negative thoughts eating at him.

Rolling his eyes, he gets off his bed. Opening the drawer. Picking up a very old rusted razor blade.

"Am I..-?" Johnnie felt his lips shake. He sits on the floor, next to his bed. Tears rolling down his face.

Crying softly as he hurts himself, he can't stop at this point. Some blood dropping down his tatted arm.

Along with his tears, Johnnie lowered his head. His sob's getting louder as he felt the familiar damage.

Jake was in the other room, streaming as usual. When he heard a noise that caught his attention.. Johnnie's crying.

"Uh, sorry guys. I have to get off." Jake says, ending his stream immediately. He gets off his chair, heading down the hallway towards Johnnie's bedroom.

"Johnnie?" Jake calls. Johnnie realized Jake was coming. "Shit.." he winced, pulling his sleeve down. A small sniffle left his nose.

"Johnnie, you ok? I haven't seen you at all today..." Jake says, opening the door. Seeing Johnnie seated on the floor.

Jake was confused by the sudden shift in his mood, "Johnnie, what's wrong?"

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Nothing." Johnnie responded, Shifting as he remained seated on his floor. But Jake can see the visible blade beside him.

Jake's heart dropped as he saw the blade. "Johnnie... What are you doing?" He asked.

"I-" Johnnie follows his gaze. Looking at the blade next to him, it had fresh blood on it, and a bit of blood was on the floor.

Jake quickly went over to him and grabbed the blade. "Johnnie,Why do you have this?"

Stammering, "Giv-Give it back," Johnnie says, his voice crackling with tears rising in his eyes.

Jake is horrified, and he doesn't want to see Johnnie in this state. "No, I'm not giving it back."

Johnnie held in his tears. His hands started to shake as he lowered them in his lap. One of his sleeves looked..strangely, damp.

Jake notices the dampness, and he's getting increasingly worried. Johnnie noticed where Jake was looking, he tried to play it off. "It's nothing! I uh- spilled water.. haah.. I mean- wine-!" He clears his throat, he doesn't drink wine, least rarely he does.

Jake isn't buying it. He's already seen the blood, and he's not stupid. "I'm not buying that bullshit, Johnnie. You're a terrible liar, and I'm not going to let you get away with this."