Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Mental Breakdown☆

[ Johnnie has a severe depression breakdown and Jake comforts him through this. <3 ]

TW: mental illness, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts.

read with caution or skip if this makes you uncomfortable!

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Johnnie was laying on his side in his bedroom. He couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't. He felt the familiar wave of heaviness hit his chest and his mind racing with thoughts.

He felt emotionally numb. He has been laying in his bed all day and hasn't moved a muscle.

Listening in - he heard Jake's footsteps outside the door, and assumed the punk was just going to bed.

Jake knocked on the door gently. "Johnnie? Can I come in?"

Johnnie noticed that, no - Jake didn't walk off - but was making his presence known by knocking. The emo sighed heavily at this, but didn't bother to respond.

Jake sighed and opened the door anyway, slowly walking in. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "I know you're awake.."

Johnnie has his back facing the punk. His emo makeup eyes just staring at the wall across the room. Looking at the paintings and the guitar in the corner of his bedroom.

Jake placed a hand on Johnnie's shoulder. "I know you're upset, love.." he said softly.

"What? No. I'm fine, fuck off." Johnnie irritably replied, his depression can sometimes make him irritable.

"Bullshit, you're not fine. You've been laying in bed all day, you haven't eaten anything, and you won't even look at me." Jake replied.

Johnnie shoved Jake's hand off his shoulder as he huffed. Keeping his eyes on his computer now, trying to distract his mind.

Jake frowned, his hand falling back to his side. "I know what's going on in your head, Johnnie. I can see it in your eyes. You don't have to pretend with me."

"Shut the fuck up, Jake. I told you, - I'm fine. Alright?" Johnnie sneered as he looked away from his computer that was across the room and back at his wall.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong. You can't push me away forever, Johnnie. I care about you too much." Jake said firmly, placing a hand on Johnnie's back.

"Well, i guess you're deaf or something because i clearly have told you that I'm fine. Go clean your damn ears with a fucking cotton swab." Johnnie bickered back, in his usual stubborn sarcastic attitude.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I mishear you? Did you forget that I can see through your bullshit?" Jake retorted, his hand still on Johnnie's back. "You're not fine, and you know it. So stop trying to act tough and just talk to me, damn it."

Johnnie didn't say anything this time. He just nudged Jake's hand away. Pulling over his blanket onto himself.

Jake let out a frustrated sigh and scooted closer to Johnnie. He gently tugged the blanket off of him. "No, don't hide from me. I'm not leaving until you talk to me, so you might as well give up."

Johnnie didn't say anything. He just laid there. His back remained facing Jake as he just stared at the wall. His mind racing with dark thoughts.

Jake looked at Johnnie with concern, his expression softening. He gently turned Johnnie over so that he was facing him. "Please, love... I just want to help you. I hate seeing you like this."

Johnnie was holding tears back at this point. His breathing was getting shaky as he suppressed his cries.

Jake noticed the tears in Johnnie's eyes and his heart ached. He reached out and gently cupped Johnnie's face, wiping away the tears that were falling. "It's okay, Johnnie... you can let it out. I'm here for you. You don't have to hold it in anymore."