Small Adventures of Team Crafted

Show Your True Self

pairing: Skylox

warnings: cutting and blood. maybe almost dying. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME, ANY DAY, ANY WHERE, NOT TODAY, NOT EVER.

written in: 3rd person POV

Nobody saw that Ty would try to kill himself. Not Jason, or Quentin, or Mitch, or Adam. Nobody. Must I emphasize this more to make you understand? No? Well, it was almost too late when they did. Almost. Why almost? you may ask. Clearly somebody saved him right? Somebody talked him out of it. Clearly it could have been any of the other members of Team Crafted. Mitch? No, he's away at the time Ty almost killed himself. Quentin? Spending time with Annie. Jason? Back visiting home in Texas. The others I did not mention, just think of them as busy. So who saved Ty if it wasn't any of them? Adam. He saved Ty. Who else do you think it was, Brice? Preston? Lachlan? Nope, none of the others. Just Adam.

It was another regular night, nothing special, just playing a bit of Minecraft late at night. 11:34 P.M to be exact. Of course, he wasn't recording with anybody, he's playing by himself. Heck, he isn't even recording. Just playing. Simple as that. Of course the commentator in him keeps on screaming whenever something crept up behind him and saying 'ouch' or 'ow' whenever something hits him.

He screamed when a creeper exploded on his avatar, but following the scream, he could hear a wail of pain and sorrow. Adam could hear it through his headphones, so he took them off and went to find the source of the wail. The whole house was dead silent, so it's very easy to hear the smallest of sounds. He heard a metallic clang from the bathroom near him.

He rushed to the door and knocked. He heard a rush of water and hisses of pain, then the door opened. Behind the door stood Ty, his eyes red and puffy, bags hanging from them and tears flowing. His brown hair as messy as a bird's nest, his face quite pale and his clothes stained with red. "Adam, what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice croaky.

"I heard something from here. What about yo-" he trailed off, as his gaze went from Ty's face to the bathroom behind him. "What the hell happened in here?!" Adam shouts, his eyes flitting from one corner of the room to the next, shocked, and filled with horror. The room was covered in blood, streams of blood in the sink, puddles on the floor, stains on the shower curtains, and blotches on the wall. The room looked like a crime scene of murder.

Adam grabbed Ty's shoulder and stared into his eyes, a sea of emotions in his eyes. "What the fuck did you do?" He said between clenched teeth. Ty raised a hand. Deep gashes and scabs gushing warm blood. A defeated smile was on Ty's face. "What does it look like?"

"You didn't..." his stare intensified, now more of a death glare than a stare. He abruptly pushed Ty aside, and picked up the bloodstained knife Ty used to cut himself with. "How long has this been going?!" He screamed.

"One hour. I was doing fine before you showed up." Ty said with a little scoff. "I wanted to die anyway."

Something inside of Adam snapped. Like a string on high tension and it was just too much it just went snap. He threw the knife to the ground, hurting one of his toes as a result and slapped Ty hard on the cheek. "YOU IDIOT! HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU SAY THAT?! DO YOU KNOW HOW PRECIOUS YOU ARE TO ME? HUH, TY?! DO YOU?!" He hollered, hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

Ty just stood still, his face looking down on the bloodstained floor, not saying a word. "How can you say that I'm precious? I'm not even worth anything. I'm not worth anybody's time, I'm a waste of air and space." He grumbled, a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Ty, no, don't say that..." Adam said quietly as his expression softened. "You're not a waste, everybody loves you Ty, hell, I love you." He said and cupped Ty face with his hands. "A-are you sure?" Ty hesitantly asked, his voice a mere whisper. Adam pulled him in a hug, rubbing circles on his back.

"Of course I am. You're the best thing that have ever happened to me, you're much more important than anything, even my career. I hope you understand that." He said. His heart breaking from what Ty did to himself. He would have broken down if he saw that Ty killed himself. No, he doesn't like to think about that. Not now, not ever.

He felt a nod on his shoulder and arms wrap around him. Ty, now reassured by Adam, calmed down. "Adam, I'm glad to have a friend like you. I really am."