"Can't you see that you're smothering me?
holding so tightly, afraid to loose control."
- Numb
Jack
"Please, excuse me" the curly head boy said standing up from the dinner table.
"Jack, we didn't mean too-" He heard one of the boys begin, but that didn't stop him from slamming the bathroom door shut and locking it.
"Why am I so worthless, why am I so stupid" jack repeated to himself as he stared into his reflection.
Jack lifted up his shirt, showing his stomach that was barely there, sunken in.
"Few more pounds" he whispered to himself as he prompt himself over the toilet, sticking his index finger down his throat, making him throw up the food he just consumed minutes ago.
Jack wiped his mouth, flushing the toilet, and laid against the bathroom door.
He covered his mouth as sobs tried to escape.
He felt the hot tears run down his face as he felt his body go limp on the bathroom floor.
"I- can't" he said as he gripped onto his heart.
"I cant" he said said again as he began to scratch at his neck and wrists.
"Help" he choked out.
His went into panic mode, causing everything to worsen.
"M- mom" he said barely letting it out. He quickly shot off of the bathroom floor, closer to the toilet, letting out more contents.
He broke down into more tears, scratching at his fragile wrist once again.
"Please, someone" he whispered.
"I can't- I can't breathe" he said as he tried standing up.
"Jo- Corbyn- za- da" was all he could get out before using all his strength to punch the door.
"M-" he began but collapsed back onto the floor, crying.
He knew what was happening, he was having an anxiety attack. He was so nervous and fearful of his mom or anyone find out that he continued to hurt his poor arms and thighs.
Jack couldn't see a thing but he heard the voices around him, screaming at one another.
"Hold him tightly in your arms and count to ten" he heard someone say.
He felt a strong pair of muscular arms wrap around his small fatigued body.
The person slowly counted to ten as Jack began to feel relaxed, finally being able to breath.
Jack, still crying, roughly and tightly gripped onto Jonah's arms as he noticed he was the one holding him.
"I'm- I'm sorry" was all he could say to all the people around him.
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Fanfiction"Jack, I'm worried. You've barely ate anything the last couple days, what's going on?" Corbyn said to his friend with an intense stare. "Nothings wrong, Bean. I'm just on a diet" Jack said tiredly, looking back at his bandmate with a pale face and...
