I'm Okay ~ Shoey

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

~Shane's POV~

"Well that went well" I said in a bright and cheery tone, as Sawyer wiped his tears from his cheeks. I chuckled at him. This was probably the best collab video to date.

"I hate you" he moaned, a smile on his lips. It was all for the viewers. I never imagined it would get this out of hand.

"Want a drink?" I ask, heading towards the kitchen. He nods, following me. I pull a few bottles of water from the fridge, and my mind gets drawn to the photo on the fridge door.

Joey and I.

I haven't seen him in so long. He doesn't make videos anymore, or go on twitter. He won't answer my calls or texts. I'm so worried about him.

"Does Joey still live at your place?" I ask, handing him his water. He looks confused, but a sadness over comes his expression. Did something bad happen?

"Well, his body does." He sighed, turning and heading toward the couch. I stand stock still. Shock overcoming me. Is he dead? "He just won't get out of bed. And every time he tries to sit up it's like he can't breathe. I'm so worried about him. He won't eat, he just lays there. I'm scared one day I'll go in and he'll be dead"

"Oh my god" I sigh. I knew he was depressed but I never imagined things were this bad. "How about I come over tomorrow? See if I can get him up?"

"You can try, dude. But it won't work. He needs a doctor but he won't see one." He sighed, resting his head against the back of my brown couch.

There must be a reason this is happening. This isn't Joey's usual behaviour by any standard. Something's wrong. I can feel it in my stomach. I need to help him. Or at least just try to.

"I think he'd like that. He sometimes says your name in his sleep" he chuckled, staring at the ground. It was almost like Sawyer felt guilty for what's happening. Did he cause this?

"He's a fucking pervert" I complained in a Shanaynay voice. He laughed, making him appear a little brighter.

"Oh, let me show you this" he suddenly burst out with, digging in his pocket for his phone.

"Honey, ain't no body wanna see yo nudes" I said in a sassy voice. He smiled, searching through his photos. He has a lot of selfies?

"This is what I found on Joey's back" he said, turning his photo towards me. I gasped at the horrific sight.

His entire back was covered in a deathly bruise. All the skin was purple and black, reminding me of my childhood. Who did this him? I'll kill them.

"I took it last night. But the day before, it wasn't there? And no one else came into the house" he said, locking his phone and returning it to his pocket.

"So, how do you think it happened?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair. I had my own theory.

"Self harm" he sighed. I nodded in agreement. It must be that. Somehow he's bruising his body instead of the traditional cutting. What could have happened to make him sink to such a low point. I love Joey so much. I'm gonna do everything to bring back the man I love. Or I'll die trying.