Chapter 4: Hurt

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⚠️ THERE IS MENTION AND ACTIONS OF SUICIDE. IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW IS DEALING WITH THIS OR THIS EFFECTS YOU PERSONALLY, PLEASE HELP THAT PERSON. There will be warning where it starts so just skip past it if you don't feel comfortable. Enjoy!
JACK
I woke up in an instant shock. I was cold. Lonely. And the warm ness of Zach's body was gone. I look at the clock realizing it's 3 am. Why is he awake? I turn my head to see the door opening. I jump slightly and cover my face with the blanket. I lift my head again to realize is just Zach, trying to come in without waking me up I guess. As he crawls into the bed he turns over and jumps. "You scared me!" He shouted with a whisper. "I scared you? You left at 3 am in the morning and I thought a murderer was coming into my room to kill you!" I huffed and turned around, facing away from him. "Sorry..." He said with a sad tone. As he turned around, I faced his back again. He's such a weirdo. "Good night you butt." I mumbled drowsily. "Good night to you too you little hair of noodles." He said falling asleep. He turned around towards me and I see dry tear streams down his face but yet, he could still hold a smile. A fake one of course but how did he do it. His father was abusive towards him when he was younger but never knew why. I've always wonder how his smile was still so nice and reassuring , even when I knew he was lying. (A/N: Not saying Zach's dad was abusive, just adds detail.) I turned back to face the wall and felt a small arm wrap around me. I wanted to turn around, letting him know I was awake, but, I wanted him to enjoy himself. Even though I'm straight. But am I really?

ZACH
3:00 am
I had woken up from a terrible nightmare to find me cuddling Jack. How could I be snuggling my crush, knowing he's straight and he'll never like me. Memories flooded back about Mia. Which led thoughts to my dad. Silent tears fell and Jack didn't move at all. I slowly got out of his tight, protective grip and removed my self from under the very warm covers.
⚠️SUICIDE THOUGHT AND ACTIONS START HERE! SKIP PAST IF NOT COMFTORABLE⚠️
I was still crying my head off and thought of something I haven't done in a while. I headed downstairs to where my hidden razor was. I head to the nearest bathroom and looked at my ugly face. How could someone like Jack, or anyone for that matter, ever like me. I slowly turned on the razor to the lowest setting and thought of all the words everyone has said to me. No talent. Cut. Ugly. Cut. Worthless. Cut. Hideous. Cut. Never going to find love. Cut. As I looked down at the blood streaming down my arm from the 5 cuts. I sobbed quietly until I hear a bed creak up.
⚠️STOPS HERE⚠️
I grab bandages and quickly cover the cuts. I quickly but quietly head up the stairs trying not to wake anyone up. I slither through the door to see someone hiding under the covers, slowly lifting their head up. Jack. I figured he was awake and maybe heard me sob. I wasn't that quiet but then again, he sleeps upstairs. I slide into the bed to see Jack staring at me. I jumped. "You scared me!" I shriek still whispering. "I scared you? You left at 3 am and I thought a murderer was coming into my room to kill me!" He screamed at me. Still with a scared look on his face. I turned back around and I whisper, "Sorry.." "Good night you butt" he says while chuckling. " Good night to you too you little hair of noodles." He turned around and I wrapped my arm around him. He fell into a more comfortable position and I fell asleep.

A/N: I can't believe I reached over 100 reads! I never thought people would actually like this story. Anyways, suicide is not a joke and please do not attempt it or ever encourage someone to do it. I did put warnings if you didn't see them, well, I PUT THEM IN ALL CAPS! Also, If someone is dealing with suicide, please seek help for that person for that person, or if you are dealing with suicide, talk to someone, seek help. It's not a joke. If someone bullies you, tell them to back off. It's not tattletale if you are telling the truth and are trying to keep your self safe. If you don't do something, it will continue. So please, tell someone or seek help. Thank you! Love you all! 😘❤️

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