1000 Paper Cuts (a Weshire story)

Chapter 4

(Wes)

My jaw drops when Joshua looks around in fear. His jacket... oh no. It's all my fault.

"Guys," he stutters out, "it's nothing. I promise." A door opens behind me and I find that Mari has run out of the room. Everyone else remains quiet. "Seriously."

Anthony is biting his lip, Ian keeps opening his mouth as if he wants to speak but can't find that words, David and Matt shift their gazes from the ground to each other, and I just blink, hoping it will be over soon.

I know Joshua. He can work through this on his own.

"It's nothing," he repeats, " just scratches." I see him ring his hands together as he is nervous. "Seriously. Just ask Wes." All eyes shift to me and I shrink.

"You knew?" Anthony's voice seems caught in his throat.

"I-I-"

"You let him...." David's voice trails off.

"Look, that's not fair. I-"

"Why wouldn't you stop him?" Ian retorts.

"I-"

"Leave Wes alone. He didn't do anything." Joshua interrupts, taking attention off of me. I sigh in relief and lay my back against the wall.

"Yeah, we know." Matt spits. I flinch.

"Hey! Listen, first of all, my decision. Do not blames Wes for my mistakes. Secondly, I am going to go get my jacket and we are filming. Maybe we will talk about this later. Maybe." Joshua tells everyone. His face is angry.

As he goes to storm off, Anthony grabs his arm. "Wait! Please at least tell us why." He begs. Joshua sighs and shrugs his hand off, walking out of the room.

Everyone stares in disbelief at the door. I decide to pitch in.

"I can't tell you exactly why," my voice is trembling, "but I know he has a journal that has hate comments inside." Had, I think, until I tore it apart.

"Hate comments?" Anthony is angry, obviously. I nod. He sighs in return, "I just... I wish he would tell us stuff more often. We are a family. I would do anything to help him."

We all sit in silence, understanding every word Anthony uttered. If I could help, I would in a heartbeat.

"Do you think he's mad?" David asks.

"Oh yeah." I chuckle, and for some reason that gets us all laughing. We are holding onto each other for support, none of us knowing why we are laughing over something so pointless.

Maybe it's because laughter is the music of the soul, and we are all tone deaf.

Even though we can't form audible words, out laughter says that we will do whatever it takes. That we are joined in saving our friend. That when he walks through that door, we will attack him in a hug.

We will teach him how to smile like us. How to laugh like us. Most importantly, we will teach him how to be happy again.

A/n: Sorry for the short read. I just felt guilty for not updating after a cliffhanger. Anyway, review, comment, all that jazz.

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