Crossfire (KOHNNIE)

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When kyle woke up, his bed was aoaked with swett, his body felt numb, and his eyes where wide open.

For the past few nights he had felt stuck, he was happy to be living with johnnie and alex now, but it was the fact he was in love with johnnie that didnt help.

He certainly did not want to ruin their relationship for himself, no, kyle was a nice person. Not a greedy douche bag.

He sighed softly and stood up, making his way towards the bathroom.
He turned on the tap and threw some water at his face, coughing and shaking.

He slid onto the floor holding his face in his hands, letting tears fall out from his eyes.
He sobbed, for close to an hour before feeling sick.

He quickly bent over the toilet, allowing it all to come out. He wiped his mouth after and looked at it, having an idea. He grabbed his toothbrush and shoved it to the back of his throat, messing with his gag reflexes and making himself vomit.

It felt horrible, but it felt amazing too. He looked around and sat back down, hitting his head on a drawer he must have opned when he grabbed onto something for support.

He closed his eyes leaning against the shower glass and sighing.

Slowly he looked at the shover head, then got undressed and got in. He sat on the floor, his blonde hair going brown as it dropped down his face. He spat out some water and pushed it back, showing tears that where streaming down his face.

He turned around seeing alex in the doorway "shit, sorry" she turned back around covering her eyes.

Kyle slowly shook his head "what did you need!?" He called out. "I- uh- i was just going to the toilet"

"Okay one moment!!" He stood up and put the towel around his waist and turning off the water, then seeing a pack of alex's ned razors.

He looked back at the door, then unzipped the bag and pulled one out, then put it back up and grabbed his clothes, hiding it between them.

He walked out casually to him room and turned on the light, dressing into a shirt from johnnie's merch sale and a hood, along with the usual skinney jeans.

He sat on the bed, shivering and laying down. Did he really want to cut? Or was he just too cold and lazy right now.

No, he was sure he wanted too. He knew he wanted to as much as he knew he shouldn't.

He turned off the light and closed the door, turning on his phone and playing the lost ones weeping. He didn't know much about it, he found it on youtube after searching up vocloids.

But he liked it, so he put it between his feet, holding up the light and putting his arm down in front of his legs and putting his arm at blade point.

Was this actually going to happen? Yes.

Kyle was determined for realease, he didn't want want to cry almost every day. He wanted to hide it, that way nobody would get hurt.... or so the thought.

He whinced and teared up feeling the cold metal sink into his skin. Then he heard footsteps.

Quickly he hid the blade in his pillow case, pulled down his sleeve and laid down with the headphones and song still put in and playing.

Johnnie opned the door and walked in. "Kyle?....dude?..... kyle!" Kyle looked up and took out a headphone. "Yeah?" He said rasphily.

Johnnie chuckled softly. "Are you okay?" He went over and sat on the floor. Kyle nodded "yeah, why?"

"Oh, alex found some vomit un the toilet and... uh.... we noticed there was nothing in it. You have been eating right?"

Kyle nodded "yeah! Of course" johnnie nodded and opned his arms. "Hug?" Kyle didnt hesitate to sit up and hug back.

Resting his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes.