Jahnnie Drabbles☆

☆Distress☆

[ Johnnie has relapsed into S3lf h4rm and Jake catches him in the act.]

[ TW: SH (OBV), MENTAL ILLNESS. GRAPHIC DETAILS, IF UNCOMFORTABLE DONT READ. SKIP.⚠️]

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It was late at night, Jake and Johnnie just got home from a party. Johnnie didn't really have a good time, in fact, his behavior was completely off the entire time when he was there.

Currently, Johnnie is in his own room, with the door closed. A bit of an alcohol scent on his breath, and a small old rusted blade in his fingertips.

He didn't know why he was thinking this way, After all, he had a good week and ended it with a weekend party.

Jake noticed this behavior, and caught on immediately when they got back home. Soon as they arrived home, Johnnie quickly went up the steps and into his room. Self isolating himself. Jake had a strange pit in his stomach, and decided to go upstairs and check on his best friend.

Johnnie was too much in a trance, as his hand that held the blade made a few slices into his tattooed skin.

He winced at the sensation, as blood began to appear. He heard footsteps approaching the steps, and into the direction of his room. "Shit.." He muttered.

Jake slowly and cautiously opens the door, not wanting to startle Johnnie. He stands there for a moment, taking in the scene in front of him.

He then walks over to Johnnie, and sits down next to him on the bed. "Hey... Can you tell me what's going on? Why are you hurting yourself?"

Johnnie freezes in place. He didn't move the blade, or any part of his body. His makeup looked smudgy, as his eyes slowly made their way to look at Jake when he realized that the punk is now in the room with him.

Jake takes a deep breath, and tries to remain calm and composed. "Look, I know we've been friends for a long time, and I know that you might not want to talk about whatever's going on, but I'm here for you, okay? I want to help you."

Johnnie's hand shakes, which caused the small rusted blade to fall to his bedroom floor. Tears cloud his vision as he shakily whispers, "I'm sorry, don't be mad.."

Jake's eyes soften as he looks at his friend, and he gently pulls him into a hug. "Shh, shh... It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I just want to make sure you're alright. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

Johnnie feels the hug, but he doesn't return it. He sniffles softly as he pulled back and wiped his eyes. Small black streaks of makeup are present on his face now due to him crying.

Jake looks at Johnnie's face, and notices the streaks of makeup. He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wipes the makeup off of his face. "You don't have to be ashamed of your feelings, you know."

"I'm sorry." Johnnie apologized again, his eyes avoiding to look at Jake now and looking at his self inflicted wounds.

"Don't be sorry." Jake says, looking at the cuts on Johnnie's arms. "Can you tell me why you were doing this? Did something happen at the party?"

Johnnie shakes his head. "I was happy all week, I don't know why i thought like this. It happened so suddenly..and, i haven't harmed myself in years, i- I don't know.." His voice crackles.