Would They Care If I Was Gone? A Jahvie fanfic ((BoyxBoy))

Chp. 6: Left my heart, broken and sore!

Dahvie’s POV:

I wake up from my sleep with a rather worried expression. Next to me lies Dahvie screaming and tossing around. It’s like something in his nightmare holds him down and he tries to get rid of it. I try to shake him awake but nothing happens. When he starts crying and screaming I jump out of the bed and into the living room to get Deirdre and Stephanie. I go to knock on Stephanie’s door first and after a minute or two she opens the door dressed in a short nightdress and her hair in a high ponytail. She’s clearly tired, which make her look a few years younger. She’s actually three years older than Dahvie and me, but as she stands there she looks like a girl our age.

“I-I need your help! It’s Jayy, I can’t wake him up. He’s tossing around screaming and crying. Please come help!” I almost yell at her, this is getting too much. We can’t just stand here! I run across the living room again, going for Deirdre’s door, that’s next to the kitchen. I knock and Deirdre answers almost immediately. She looks at me with a worried look, but I guess I would have too if I was her, here I stand, in the middle of the night (3pm or so I think) and wake her up while I’m almost crying for help. “It’s Jayy! Come help please! … Screaming… nightmares… can’t wake up!” I ramble with a worried look on my face. We quickly run across the room to Jayy’s room that’s almost next to Stephanie’s room, only separated by Stephanie’s bathroom. When we get there Stephanie is right inside the door, she stands in front of the bed where Jayy lies. At firt I don’t realize why she is just standing there, almost as if she was paralyzed. But then I look back at Jayy. He lies on his side in the bed, scratching his arms and the flowing blood already leaves red spots on the bed sheets.

I run to the bed and hold his arms away from his body. I won’t let him hurt himself even more. I look at his arms and start crying. I always cry, but I can’t help it, seeing Jayy like this makes me wanna jump off a cliff, but that wouldn’t help him. I look back to Deirdre and Stephanie, “He’s too strong! I can’t hold him and wake him up! Please help!” I gasp while trying to hold him down. I return to looking at Jayy as a tear falls from my eye and lands on his wrist and goes into the scratches. Shit. I fell him shake a bit more and then he goes back to tossing around, trying to get me off. Stephanie jumps into the bed and starts shaking his shoulders lightly, she’s trying to wake him up without hurting him more. Her gaze meets mine and she looks just as panicking and helpless as me. “Jayy! Wake up!” She whispers to him, almost as if it was a prayer. I follow her lead and start trying to ‘call’ him awake. “Jayy! Honey I need you to wake up now! Come on!” I try but nothing happens. I start to lose hope and try one last time. “Jayy!” I cry his name out and he stops tossing around so much. I look at Stephanie again and she shakes him lightly once again.

I let go of Jayy’s arms as he opens his eyes slowly.

We all sit on the bed in front of him as he sits up a bit. My face is still filled with worry, though I’m relieved he’s finally awake again. He stares at our worried faces for a few seconds before breaking down in cries and sobs. Stephanie and I move forward to hug him. I want to be as close to him as possible right now. Give him as much comfort as possible at the moment. Jayy looks at his sister and gives her a small, almost unnoticeable nod. I wonder what that meant, but right now it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Jayy is hurt and I want to be there to help him.

Jayy leans up against me and Deirdre and Stephanie leave the room and let us be alone. Jayy goes for a hug, but as he lifts his arms I see  an expression of pain flash on his face. He looks at his arms covered in scratches and pulls them behind his back to hide them from me. Poor thing don’t think I’ve seen it. I slowly and gently pull his arms in front of his body without hurting him further. I look at his arms and get shocked at what I see now  the scratches aren’t bleeding anymore. Scars. Underneath his scratches are thin scar lines from a razorblade. Not him. He can’t do this to himself. Don’t he see how perfect he is?