Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆"I'll Never Forget You."☆

[ TW: SUICIDE/ DISCUSSING DE4TH/S-H , O.D ]

( Jake finds Johnnie's dead body.....)

this is a work of FICTION.

PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. THIS IS WRITING ONLY.
I TEARED UP WRITING THIS.
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SKIP IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS.
ONCE AGAIN, IT IS ANGST WRITING MATERIAL.

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Jake was driving himself home from a party he attended too. Johnnie stayed home, since his mental health was declining severely.

Jake internally knew he shouldn't have left Johnnie alone, but he was peer pressured by other people to join that party. Now, He's on his way home.

Jake arrived home, walking up to the door and unlocking it. He pushed the door open and walked inside, immediately noticing the silence that filled the house.

"Johnnie..?" He called out, walking further into the house and shutting the door behind him.

The silence was so eerily. It was unnervingly quiet. Even the sound of the clock in the living room can be be heard.

Jake's heart rate picked up as he searched the house, his eyes darting around for any sign of Johnnie. "Johnnie, are you here? Please answer me.." He called out again, his voice slightly panicked.

Then, the punk goes over to Johnnie's door. The door was slightly ajar. Jake slowly pushed the door open, peeking inside the room.

"Johnnie..?" He said softly, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of his boyfriend.

The two have been in a romantic relationship for about two months, and it was going smoothly... but Johnnie's mental illness, won.

As Jake walked into the room, he see's a small trail of blood leading towards the bathroom.

Jake's heart sank as he saw the blood trail. He quickly followed it, his mind racing with fear and worry.

"No, no, no.." He muttered under his breath, his steps becoming faster and more urgent as he reached the bathroom door.

The bathroom door was ajar, just barely cracked. Like the bedroom door was.
Jake gently pushed the bathroom door open, the sight before him making his heart shatter.

Johnnie was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, and a razor blade in his hand. There was blood dripping from his wrists.

Johnnie's body is slumped forward, the razorblade loosely in his hand. Wrists covered in slashes and a bottle of empty pills is in the other hand. Shattered glass of a bottle of Jack Daniels on the floor.

Jake froze, his mind going blank as he took in the sight. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He rushed to Johnnie's side, gently taking the razor blade from his hand and throwing it across the room.

"No, no, no.. please.." He said, his voice trembling as he held Johnnie's wrists. "What did you do..?"

But Johnnie's body was freezing cold to the touch. His skin has a faint hue of blue to his pale complexion. His lips are a pale blue. His eye circles looked extremely dark and almost purple. He wasn't breathing.