Jahnnie Drabbles☆

☆Psych Ward☆

[ Johnnie has been feeling suicidal and it resorts into Jake calling the police and having him put in 5150. ]

[ TW: MENTAL ILLNESS, PSYCH WARD, HOSPITALIZATION, SU1C1DAL THOUGHTS. ]
( THIS IS YOUR WARNING,GRAPHIC DETAILS. ]
[ SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE!⚠️]

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Johnnie has been in the cycle. Sleeping all day, and staying awake all night. For the last couple weeks or so. It's currently 7PM.

The emo male woke up about twenty minutes ago. He's just laying in his bed, hardly moving. He hasn't eaten, or drank anything. He's just been stuck in his bed. His thoughts racing in his head.

Which is odd, he was just in a good mood a few months ago. But now his depression has returned and gotten heavier in the last couple weeks. His mind is starting to think things he shouldn't. And he has been withdrawing from his friends, and even Jake.

Suddenly Johnnie's bedroom door was knocked on. It was Jake.

Jake slowly opens the door and sees Johnnie sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. He walks in and sits down next to Johnnie.

Johnnie felt Jake's presence. He turned his head. Looking at Jake with the lack of makeup on his face.

"What do you want?" Johnnie asked, his voice sounded drained of life. His eyes had dark circles, and because he wasn't wearing makeup, it was more prominent that he hasn't been sleeping well.

"I just want to make sure you're okay," Jake replies softly, a slight smile on his face. "You haven't been acting like yourself lately."

Johnnie sighed at the response. His blue eyes look upwards to the ceiling. "Leave me alone, Jake." he suddenly replied, numbly.

Jake's smile faded. "Johnnie, you know I can't do that. I'm not going to leave you when you're like this."

"Why not? There is no point in this." Johnnie replied, his voice sounded so frail. Jake wanted to know what Johnnie meant by that.

"What do you mean, 'there's no point'?" Jake asks, sounding concerned. "Of course there is. I care about you, Johnnie. You know that."

"Do I know that?" Johnnie asks into the silent air of his bedroom. His eyes stared at the ceiling before looking over to his guitar in the corner of the room.

Jake notices Johnnie's gaze on the guitar. He follows it with his own eyes and then looks back at him. "Of course you do. You're one of the most important people in my life, Johnnie."

"I don't think so," Johnnie replied as his eyes traveled up to the ceiling again. Just staring at it, avoiding looking at his best friend.

Jake's heart sinks. He doesn't know what to say. He wants to tell Johnnie that he's wrong, that he's loved and cared for, but he doesn't know how. Instead, he just reaches out and takes Johnnie's hand, holding it tightly.

"Jake," Johnnie says the other's name softly. His hand was loose in Jake's. He didn't return the hold, he just stared at the ceiling with a depressed expression.

Jake looks over at Johnnie when his name was called. He was curious on what Johnnie was going to say.

Johnnie takes a deep breath and finally looks at Jake. His eyes are bloodshot and he looks exhausted. "I don't know if I can get through this," he says quietly. "Everything just feels so heavy."