Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆"It's Okay, Johnnie."☆

{ Johnnie has relapsed back into self-harm

TW: Graphic details on S/H, depression and mental illness. Please skip if you're uncomfortable!

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Johnnie was up one night, just as usual. He couldn't sleep at a normal time. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't.

Currently Johnnie is seated in his bedroom, staring at the razor blade between his fingertips.

Jake stirred in his sleep, his eyes slowly opening as he sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at the clock.

“4am..” He muttered to himself, looking over at the wall that separated his room from Johnnies. He could sense that something was wrong.

Johnnie tucks up his knees, applying the blade directly on his skin. He was too much in a trance to stop now. He has relapsed into self-harm for the past few weeks, since the hate comments have gotten to him.

The stress of his mental health has taken its toll, and he doesn't know what else to do. He watches as blood appears on his wrist and forearm, as he makes each little slice towards his skin.

Jake enters the emo's room and notices Johnnie sitting on the floor, blood running down his arms.

Jake quickly rushes over to him, worry and concern etched on his face. “Johnnie! What are you doing?!” he exclaimed, kneeling down next to him.

Johnnie tensed up when he noticed Jake enter the room. He drops the blood stained razor blade as it hits the floor.

Jake gently took Johnnie’s wrists into his hands, examining the cuts on his arms. His heart sank as he saw the damage that had been done. “Why..?” he whispered, his voice filled with pain and concern.

Johnnie didn't say anything. He just turned his head away in shame, tears filling his eyes.

Jake pulled Johnnie into a tight embrace, holding him close. “Johnnie..." he said softly. "please, don’t do this to yourself. I love you and I don’t want to see you hurting like this.”

"Don't be mad," Johnnie pulled back from the hug. Scooting back as his back hits the wall of his bedroom. He pulls down his sleeve.

Jake shook his head, his expression serious. “I’m not mad,” he said firmly. “I’m worried. And I’m here for you, no matter what.” He moved closer to Johnnie, but gave him space to breathe. “Can you tell me what’s been going on? Why have you been hurting yourself?”

But Johnnie switched the subject, "Why are you awake at this hour? You should be sleeping, I'm fine."

Jake raised an eyebrow, noticing the change in subject. “I’m awake because I couldn’t get back to sleep,” he replied. “And you’re clearly not fine. I can see the cuts on your arms. You’re not fine, Johnnie. You don’t have to lie to me.”

Johnnie looked down in shame. Holding back his tears as his sleeves are  starting to get stained with blood.

Jake reached out and gently touched Johnnie’s chin, lifting it up so that he was looking at him.

“Please, just talk to me, Johnnie.” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “I can see that you’re hurting, and I want to help. I want to understand what’s going on in your head."