Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆"I'll Miss You, Forever."☆

Request: mattecook4

TW: Suicide <- in graphic detail, Depression, mental illness, Self-Harm, and death involved in this, manic behavior, mental break, anxiety, fear, g0re, usage of weapon (gun.)

If you're not comfortable, please skip this chapter. This is a request.

Please don't take my writing seriously as this is a work of fiction and for writing purposes ONLY.

This involves suicide, if this makes you uncomfortable please skip and read something lighthearted.

I teared up and cried, i love Johnnie so much. <3.

Also, I'm so sorry if i make you guys cry!

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Johnnie is seated on his bedroom floor. His depression has been getting worse and worse. His heart is full of pain. He feels like he can't do this anymore. It was too much for him to handle.

He is staring at the razor blade between his finger tips, as he is slashing his tatted forearm to try and numb his emotional distress.

Sobs leaving his shaking lips as he slashed his arms, watching the rush of blood pooling down his paled porcelain skin.

Jake was making his way through the house when he noticed the door to Johnnie's room was open. He paused in the hallway when he heard the sobs, and slowly stepped closer to the door.

Dropping the razor, Johnnie sniffled quietly and he got up. His arm covered in blood. He opened his drawer and pulled out a ... gun.

Which was a shock to Jake. Why would Johnnie have a gun? when did he purchase the weapon?.

Jake's eyes widened when he saw the gun. He felt a wave of fear and panic wash over him. He couldn't believe that Johnnie would have something like that, especially in his room.

He slowly stepped into the room, his heart racing as he spoke softly."Johnnie... what are you doing?"

Johnnie is staring at the weapon. A depressive cold look in his eyes as he clicks the safety off.

Jake's heart dropped even further as he saw Johnnie click the safety off. He felt a sense of urgency, knowing that he needed to do something fast.

"Johnnie, please don't do this..." Jake said, his voice shaking slightly as he took a step closer."Put the gun down, please..."

Johnnie stood up. Looking at Jake with the gun lowered by his side. Tears in his eyes as he finally noticed Jake was inside the bedroom.

Jake's heart was pounding in his chest as he looked at Johnnie. He could see the pain and despair in his eyes, and it broke his heart.

He slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

"Johnnie..." he said again, his voice gentle but firm. "Please, just talk to me. Don't do this..."

Johnnie slowly lifted the weapon up and aimed it towards his head. The weapon pressing against his skull.

Jake's eyes widened in horror as he saw Johnnie aim the gun at his head. He couldn't believe what was happening.

"No, no, no, NO!" he yelled, taking another step closer. "Please, Johnnie, don't do this! Put the gun down, I'm begging you!"

Johnnie stepped back as he started to cry. "NO! YOU DON'T - YOU DON'T GET IT!"