[This chapter may be intense for some people, so please read at your own liberty. Also this chapter is a Longer one!]
(Narrator P.O.V)
Blasting throughout the house, as loud as the speakers would get, was I've turned into a Monster by Imagine Dragons.
(Y/n) huddled close to his red body pillow as he listened to the song vibrating the walls of the house as well as it blast in his ears, bringing them to the verge of bleeding. Suddenly the music stopped, mid lyric. (Y/n) didn't bother to turn around and look at who the culprit is that turned off his music, he already knew.... he knew very well who it was.
"Uta, plug the damn thing back in" (Y/n) said hugging the pillow closer to his person
"I don't think its the best idea to do that" Uta said then removing (Y/n) from the body pilow, with some difficulty, and embracing him. "I love you, what can I do?"
Uta had figured out about 2 months ago that (Y/n) was clinically depressed, and his mind had slowly been slipping. He's been trying hard to help him out but (Y/n) seems as though as he doesnt want help. He seems to much rather perfer to lock himself in their room and blast music that upsets even the next ward over.
"There's nothing you can do"
(Male! Reader's P.O.V)
"There's nothing you can do" I slured as I felt my body liquify in Uta's embrace.
I want to be left alone... I want to starve and die, right here in this room. Wouldn't that be nice?
Even though my eyes were looking at Uta, I wasn't looking at him but instead directly through him. I just cant believe how dense he is, mentally. He thinks this is the sort of thing I can just brush off.... but its not...
"I'm going to go hang with Yomo for a bit," he said as he placed me back on the bed and handed me my favorite colored body pillow and took the red one that I was previously using becasue it smells like a rotting corpse. Uta then left the room without turning the music back on, leaving me to silence.
If he could even conceive just a miniscule of my emotions right now he'd be an emotional wreck... he understands nothing.....
I stared at the black wall, it seemed as though the wall was pulling me closer and closer to it, I felt my soul ooze out of my body as if I was dying.
(Uta P.O.V )
I walked slowly to Yomo's bar. I was so uncomfortable leaving (Y/n) alone in his current state....
"Good Afternoon" Yomo quietly welcomed me as I sat at the bar
"Afternoon" I replied with a wide mouthed yawn. I had been up all night making sure that (Y/n) was safe and that he hopefully wouldn't loose his sanity "Yomo, you've known (Y/n) longer than I have, right?" I asked out of the blue
"Yes?" He questioned raising a brow "Why?" He seemed to read the situation "is he depressed? Locking himself in the bedroom and blasting music?"
"How did you know?" I asked
"Not good" Yomo practically dropped what he was holding, he yelled to someone to take care of the bar while he was gone. He ran and grabbed his coat and then pulled me back towards my home.
"He won't listen to me, Yomo. I don't understand why we are going back"
"You'll see when we get there" Yomo said looking very troubled.
I have never seen Yomo like this!
(Y/N), Please be alright....
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