Jahnnie Drabbles☆

☆Melancholy☆

[ melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. ]
[ Written in italics. ]
[ TW: Mental illness, depression, Self Harm. ]

Melancholy;

He didn't get it, what was causing his pain so much. The unhealthy habits of sleeping all day, hardly eating, and the uncontrollably tears that were filling the man's eyes... He didn't get it.

Currently Johnnie is asleep in his room. He hasn't been seen at all in a few days, and Jake was starting to realize this off-settling behavior.

Jake sighs, and knocks on the door. "Johnnie, are you there?"

But Jake didn't get a response. Johnnie just didn't have the motivation. His eyes peaked open, his bedroom pitch black. Seeing the small hallway light underneath the crack of the door.

Jake pushes open the door and walks into the room, seeing Johnnie lying on his bed. "Johnnie?"

Johnnie just simply pretended to be asleep again, which seemed to work since Jake believed it. He knows the emo boy sleeps all day long, but it was strange. Jake hasn't been face to face with Johnnie in about almost a week.

Jake sits down on the bed next to Johnnie, looking down at him. "Johnnie, please, talk to me."

As Johnnie fakes his sleep, he actually ended up really falling asleep. And Jake decided that he should probably leave and let the male rest.

Jake stands up and leaves the room, closing the door behind. He sighs knowing that something is wrong with Johnnie, but not knowing what it is.

The following three hours passed, and the clock struck at 1:00AM. Johnnie has officially slept all day long and just now woke up about twenty minutes ago.

Jake heard movement from Johnnie's room as he heads up the steps, and knocked on the door again. "Johnnie?"

Johnnie was sitting on his floor now, rather than his bed. A small old rusted razor blade in his arm, small slashes of dark crimson blood is painted horrifyingly across the tattooed arm. Still in the darkness of his bedroom, only a hint of moonlight is reflected in the bedroom.

Johnnie was in a trance of some sorts, his makeup was a little smudgy from the tears that glossed in his eyes, as he suddenly heard Jake's voice call his name again from the door.

Jake grasps the door handle. "Hey, Johnnie? You okay? I haven't seen you in a while now." he says, concerned behind the door.

Johnnie didn't respond, his knees tucked up as he slowly glides the blade across the 'art is dead' tattoo on his wrist.

Jake hears a noise and pushes the door open, seeing the scene unfold in front of him. "Johnnie?!" He rushes to him, grabbing the blade from his hand and throwing it across the room. "What are you doing?!"

Johnnie was in a state of silent shock. Seeing the blade land a little bit away from him. It made a small 'dink' sound as it hit the wooden floor.

The sound of Jake's voice startled Johnnie into reality and out of his dissociative trance he was in previously. "Uhm." All Johnnie can get out, his mouth suddenly went nonverbal.