C+J•G~Drabbles!

☆Attempt...☆

[ Johnnie attempts suic!de and Carrington and Jake save his life! ]

TW: MENTAL ILLNESS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ATTEMPT IN GRAPHIC DETAIL.
READ WITH CAUTION OR SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE.

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Johnnie has been self isolating himself for days at a time. Oversleeping and hardly eating. At the moment it is late at night, he's awake and just blankly staring at his ceiling.

Carrington and Jake are currently out at a party, they just assumed Johnnie was asleep and needed some alone time.

Carrington and Jake were having the time of their lives, drinking, dancing and flirting with random people. They were having fun, but Carrington couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for leaving Johnnie alone. Carrington excused himself from the dance floor and found a quiet spot to make a call.

Jake caught on, and followed Carrington. "Hey, dude- wait up." He replied, not as drunk since he has to drive him and Carrington home later.

Carrington stopped and turned to face Jake. "Hey, sorry for ditching you," he said with a guilty expression. "I just couldn't stop thinking about Johnnie."

"Oh, I'm sure the guy is okayyy." Jake laughs as he pats Carrington's shoulder. "You know, he probably just needs some time to himself. I talked with him earlier today and he vented to me and such but he said he was fine."

Little did they know..

Carrington sighed, still feeling uneasy. "Yeah, I know he said he was fine. But it's been days, Jake. He's been isolating himself for so long. I just have a bad feeling about it."

Jake kinda felt the pit in his stomach too, but he's trying to think of a positive situation about it. "He's probably just sleeping during the day, you know like he always does. I mean, maybe he's been sleeping a bit more than usual but sometimes he you know, does that."

Carrington nodded, trying to convince himself that Jake was right. "Yeah, you're probably right. He's probably just catching up on sleep. But still, I just wish he would talk to us more. I'm worried about him."

Meanwhile with Johnnie,

A heavy sigh left out of Johnnie's lips as he gets off his bed. He rubs his face with his tatted hands as he sniffles quietly. Walking himself to the bathroom, he flicks his lights on. Grabbing the bottle of anti-depressants from his cabinet. He just stared at them for the moment, before looking at the prescription label.

Johnnie was in a dark place, feeling hopeless and alone. He couldn't shake the thoughts that had been plaguing him for weeks. He had been trying to push them away, but they just kept coming back stronger. As he stared at the anti-depressants, he knew that he had to do something to make the pain stop.

"Fuck it." Johnnie mutters underneath his breath, as he pops open the pill bottle. Downing the entire amount of pills that were inside.

Johnnie's heart was racing as he swallowed the pills. He knew what he was doing was dangerous, but he didn't care. He just wanted the pain to stop. He stumbled back to his bed, feeling the effects of the pills kicking in. He felt dizzy and nauseous, but also strangely calm.

Meanwhile with Jake and Carrington,

"Call him dude, I have a bad feeling..." Jake suddenly said as he bit the inside of his cheek.