Janiel Oneshots

Scars\\Angst, Fluff

Daniels POV

I hose the flowers in the backyard of my mothers house and listen to music at the same time. I've been out here for about an hour and a half just avoiding my life problems. But I guess I should probably go in, I have school tomorrow.

I wrap up the hose and put away the extra fertilizer. I clean the mud off of my shoes and walk into the house greeted by my mother.

"Thank you so much for working out there today Daniel! You help a lot around here! I love you," My mom says. Well at least one person loves me.

"Love you too mom. Goodnight dad, love you!" I yell since he's in the other room.

"Stop yelling Daniel. Go to bed," Is all he says. No 'i love you' or even a 'goodnight.'

Mom looks at me with sad eyes. I look down and run up the stairs into the bathroom. I search the cabinets for my razor blade that I hide in a pill bottle. Its not like I need anymore cuts, I already have eight on each arm. Where is it? Where is the pill bottle?

I walk downstairs so I can go to the downstairs bathroom and see if I left it down there. But my mom waits for me at the end of the stairs. The lights are on now.

"Looking for this Daniel?" She says holding up a razor blade and a pill bottle in the other hand. I start to blush and I look down.

"Why Daniel?" She questions. I look back up and notice a huge bruise on her chest.

"What is that?" I ask sternly. I know exactly what it is and how it happened.

"Its nothing Daniel, this is about you," she explains. No its not. Not anymore.

I walk to the other room and look at my dad with anger in my eyes.

"Did you do this?!" I yell. He snaps his head to look at me.

"DO WHAT?" He yells, obviously angry I interuppted his beer.

"DID YOU PUT THAT BRUISE ON MOM?" I yell again. My mom tries to stop me.

"SO WHAT IF I DID? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!" My dad yells throwing his beer at the door. Thats it. Im done.

"DUMBASS," I scream throwing a hard punch at the man I call father.

"Daniel!" My moms soft voice yells.

My dad kicks back in the chair and almost breaks it. Thats when I run. I just run out of the door my mom yelling behind me.

I keep running and crying until I reach a huge park. I sit at the bottom of the slide and just cry. What is my life? What is my life worth?

I started to silently cry, resulting in me hearing someone else cry. What the hell? I look around to see a boy crying on the bench. Is that Joey Graceffa? He goes to my school. Just because I'm hurting doesn't mean someone else has to.

I walk over to the bench he's sitting on and I sit next to him. Which you can tell makes him uncomfortable.

"H-hey," I say in almost a croak because of my recent crying.

"Um, h-hi," he says in almost whisper. His hands are in his pockets, his hoods up, and he's looking down.

"So. What made you come here?" I ask trying to start a conversation.

"I don't want to talk about it," he whispers.

"Alright. Well I'm here because of my dad. He hurt my mom, and I punched him. I don't regret it though. It was worth seeing the look on his face. I was down there because I was trying to self harm and I couldn't find my razor blade," I explain. I don't know why I just told a total stranger that.

"I'm sorry," Is all Joey says.

"Your Joey Graceffa right? I'm Daniel Preda," I say again trying to make conversation with the boy.

"My mom's an alcoholic. She hits me sometimes. She did tonight, and that's why I'm here. I also was looking for my razor blade," Joey explains his voice cracking at, 'hits me', totally avoiding my question but I'm ok with it.

"I'm sorry about your mom. That's sort of how my dad is. How about we make a pact. Whenever I feel the need to hurt myself, i'll text you. And whenever you feel the need to, you'll text me," I say.

"How will we text each other if I don't even have your number?" He asks with a slight smile on his face, taking off his hood.

"Here, give me your phone," I say. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his phone and hands it to me. I put my number in it and title it, 'Danny'

"Danny, really?" He asks with a smug smirk on his face, as I hand him back the phone.

"Yup," I say popping the P. I tell him I have to go and that it was nice talking to him and we both leave the park, going to face our problems.

2 Months Later

I wake up and get out of my bed walking downstairs to be greeted by my mom. 

"Morning Mom!" I say, kissing her on the cheek. I don't say anything about or to my dad, because the night I came back from the park, he hit me. And my mom kicked him out for good. Since then my life's been a lot better.  My cuts are fading and so are Joey'sJoey and I talk all the time and we are getting really close. To be honest, I think I may have a small crush on him. He's been going through some stuff lately, but I don't think it's as bad as last time. 

That is before I got a call. He is crying so hard.

J: Daniel I hate her! I can't take this anymore. She's ruining me. I feel the urge just to end it all right now, please just let me say goodbye to this place, please.

D: No. Joey I'm sorry about everything that is happening right now, but you are such an intelligent and beautiful boy, and if you left this whole world would be missing out on something great. I would be missing out on something great. Joey you have always been there for me through everything, now it's my turn to return the favor.

J: C-can you m-meet me at the park?

D: Of course.

With that we hang up.

8 months later 

Joey and I walk around the park, hand in hand as I kiss his cheek.

Our scars are just exactly what they sound like now.

Scars.

Memories of the past, things we've done, hardships we've been through. 

But those memories brought us together. Brought us closer. And now I'm walking here with the love of my life.

Joseph Michael Graceffa.

-Paris