Don't fear it //Jim Moriarty//

[07]

Your Point Of View

Something about Jim had changed, you concluded. You weren't sure what, but something had. He seemed more emotional now. He seemed more attached to the people he was close to. So only you and Sebastian. You liked this side of Jim, he showed you affection and told you how grateful he was to have a friend like you. Over the past few days, you noticed he was smiling a lot more, and a genuine smile at that. you could make him laugh so easily. You thought he was happy, until Sebastian called you one night.

"Y/n, it's about Jim..." He mumbled, and you knew it was bad. His voice was thick from crying.

"What's he done?" You asked, fear settling in at the bottom of your stomach. You felt tears prick at your eyes, and your heart hammered in your chest.

"He's in the hospital. His parents came home and drama kicked off. He called me saying he was going to hurt himself, but I didn't think it was going to be this bad."

"No." you whispered. "Is he okay? What did he do to himself?"

"He's cut his wrists. Again."

"Again?" You asked, and you felt your heart break. A sob rose in your throat, but you didn't bother to hold it back.

"Yes. Again." Sebastian sounded broken. You couldn't blame him. "There was another time. A year ago. He got hurt and he just didn't want to feel it anymore. He'll kill me for telling you this. He couldn't stand it anymore, y'know? I think he was ashamed. He wouldn't talk to me about what had happened. His parents, oh god, it's always his shitty parents, they started shouting at him and they wouldn't stop. And you know Jim, he's stubborn, and won't go down without a fight. He started trying to fight with them, and it ended up with Jim on the floor. He was so ashamed to have lost. He was just so tired of it all. So he called me, asking if I could come over the morning after. I just had a really bad feeling and drove over to his. His parents wouldn't let me in, so I shoved past them and went to his room. He was laying there... There was so much... So much blood... Please, y/n! I'm not in the right state to drive, just meet me at mine."

You hung up, crying as you pulled your shoes and one of Jim's hoodies on. He'd left it at yours, and you liked the comfort it gave you. You couldn't believe he'd done this. He promised you he wouldn't. As you tried to leave your house, your parents screamed at you for going out so late. You didn't say a word to them as you pushed past and out the front door. You ran to Sebastian's house, your shoes pounding against the uneven pavement. You were unable to hear properly over the sound of your own heart beating in your eardrums.

As soon as you got to Sebastian's house, he pulled you into a hug. You breathed in his familiar scent, comforted by how close you were to him. All you could think about was how Jim Moriarty should have spoken to you instead of doing this. He'd promised you and Seb that he wouldn't. He'd broken a promise.

You called a cab to take you to see Jim. Sebastian wasn't fit to drive in the state he was in. He was a wreck. He could barely manage to speak a whole sentence, and he'd been drinking. Vodka, Whiskey, Beer, whatever he had that could possibly drown out the pain of what Jim had done. Seb was broken, and you were sure he would never be the same after this. Neither would you.

As soon as you saw Jim, you threw yourself at him, laying in his arms. You refused to look at the clean, white bandages on his arms. You didn't want to see how many scars there were on the rest of his arms either, but once you've seen something like that, you never forget it. Jim was quiet for a long time, before he decided to speak.

"Wrong day to die." He joked.

Sebastian glared at him and stood up from the orange chair. You could tell how angry he was.