C+J•G~Drabbles!

☆Basement☆

TW: graphic, slight g0re, psychotic/manic depression episode, mental illness, knife used!

Pls skip if uncomfortable!!
Writing purposes only!!! Don't take serious!!!
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Johnnie was quietly walking down the basement, humming with a sharp knife by his side. His humming was unnerving to say the least.

And it woke up Carrington, which is tied up in the chair with his mouth duct taped.

Carrington's eyes shot open as he heard the footsteps, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around, realizing he was tied up in the basement, his mouth duct taped.

Panic set in as he struggled against the restraints, his mind racing with thoughts of escape.

"Hi!" Johnnie whispered as he approached his roommate. "Shh, shh, shh." He played his pointer finger against the tape on Carrington's lips.

Carrington's eyes widened in shock as he saw Johnnie standing in front of him. He tried to speak,

but the tape prevented any words from coming out. He looked up at Johnnie, his expression a mix of fear and confusion.

Johnnie smiled, "It's okay, Carrington. You'll be fine," He brushed the brown curls away from Carrington's face. "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay..? I'm not like that, you know me.." He glides the blade close to Carrington's cheek.

Carrington's heart raced even faster as Johnnie brushed his hair away. He watched the blade closely, feeling a chill run down his spine. He tried to nod, indicating that he understood, but the tape made it difficult.

He wanted to believe that Johnnie wouldn't hurt him, but something about the situation made him doubtful.

"You known me for what..? A few months, maybe a year?" Johnnie hums as he glides the blade down Carrington's jawline.

"I guess I'm lucky to have a roommate like you, and Jake isn't home, he's on a cruise.. so he has no idea what's happening right now." He glides the blade towards Carrington's adam's apple.

Carrington swallowed hard as the blade trailed down his jawline and towards his adam's apple. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but it was difficult with the fear and uncertainty.

He couldn't help but wonder what Johnnie was planning to do with him. He couldn't help but think of Jake, who was blissfully unaware of what was happening in their own home.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Johnnie repeated as he lifted the blade. He ran a hand through Carrington's curls again.

Carrington's eyes flickered closed as Johnnie ran his hand through his hair. Despite the situation, there was a small part of him that found comfort in the gesture.

He wanted to believe that Johnnie meant what he said, that he wasn't going to hurt him. But the fear and uncertainty still lingered.

"I haven't been taking my meds," Johnnie admitted as he made a small slice to Carrington's cheek, blood appearing instantly. "It's been awhile since I've taken them." His blue eyes flickered towards Carrington's face.

Carrington winced as Johnnie made the small slice on his cheek, feeling a sting of pain.

He opened his eyes, looking up at Johnnie with a mix of shock and concern. He couldn't believe that Johnnie had stopped taking his meds.

"Why haven't you been taking them?" Carrington tried to ask, but the tape on his mouth muffled his words.

"Why..? I don't know." Johnnie replied as he sets the blade down on the table. It was obvious the emo was going through a manic episode from his depression.