Missing A Twin

Chapter 8 : Cuts and Sebastian

Chapter 8

Later...

Jeff POV

"Jeff, wake up."

"Hmmm?"

"Wake up. Nick's back."

I turned over, and crashed into someone. I opened my eyes, realizing it was Riker. I sort of forgot he was here...

I cuddled into his side, and stared up at Nick.

"So... What's going on?" Nick asked.

"I sort of found out what's bothering him, but I don't go to school here, and you do. So..."

"What happened?"

"He said he's not eating because someone called him fat. Who was it, Jeff?"

"Sebastian..."

I pulled the covers over Riker and I a little bit more. It made me feel a little less nervous.

"So... Who's Sebastian?" Riker asked.

"He's this snobby jerk who transferred here a little while ago," Nick said.

"What else did he say?" Riker asked.

"Nothing," I said, squirming down deeper under the blankets.

"Hey. You're not going anywhere," Riker said, wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me up next to him again.

"Jeff, you have to tell us, otherwise we can't help you," Nick said.

"It's ok. I'm fine," I said, quietly.

"Jeff, you're not fine," Nick said.

I tried to get out of bed, but Riker grabbed my arm, and I screamed from the pain.

"Ow, Riker!"

I curled in on myself, starting to cry. Riker put me on his lap, and pulled up my sleeve, revealing my fresh cuts.

"Jeff! Why would you do this again!?" Riker yelled.

"S-sorry! P-please don't h-hit m-me!"

Riker pulled up my other sleeve. I'd been cutting for a little over a week now. My arms were pretty much full of cuts.

"Jeff... I don't even know what to do. Mom's going to be mad. I... I don't know what to do..." Riker mumbled.

"P-please d-don't t-tell!"

"Jeff. I can't let you do this to yourself! Remember when you almost died that one night!? I'm not letting that happen again."

"I-I'm s-sorry!"

I curled up on Riker's chest, shaking.

"I know you're sorry, but you can't do this," Riker said, softly.

He wrapped his arms around me.

"Jeff, please can you tell us what Sebastian said?" Nick asked.

I turned my head into Riker's chest, trying to stop crying. Riker started rubbing my back.

"Jeff, would you prefer to talk to one of us? Who are you more comfortable with?" Riker asked.

I didn't answer.

"Jeff, come on," Riker whined.

"I f-feel like I-I'll have a p-panic attack i-if I t-talk," I whimpered.

"Jeff, Nick and I are both here for you. If you have a panic attack, we'll help calm you down. But you just have to tell us. It won't get better unless we know what's wrong so we can fix it."