Cause and Effect || Jonah Marais

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This chapter contains self harm

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Jonah's POV

"How was the studio?" Kennedy asked when we walked in.

   "It was okay," Jack said. "But we went to Subway and got in trouble for throwing pickles at each other."

   Kennedy face palmed and shook it her head. It was actually really funny, one of the pickles hit the manager in the eye and then we got kicked out.

"Where's Emma?" I realized she wasn't with Kennedy. She shrugged.

"She went up to her room. She wasn't feeling that well." I nodded and started my way up the stairs, but I felt someone grab my arm. I turned around.

"We saw some fans today," Kennedy said. "It didn't go so well. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but Emma has been really sad ever since."

I sighed in exasperation. We have amazing fans, but why do some of them like to be so mean? I walked up the stairs and knocked on Emma's door. No response. I opened the door, peeking my head through.

"Emma?" I called. She wasn't in her bedroom. I began to feel worry pit in my stomach.

   Stop overthinking, Jonah.

   I left her room and walked towards the guest bathroom. As I got closer, I noticed that the light was on. I knocked on the door, again getting no response.

   "Hello?" I said nervously. Nothing. I tried to open the door. Locked. "Is anyone in there?"

   I briskly walked into my bedroom and took a paper clip from my desk. Sticking the paper clip in the lock, I opened the bathroom door, my eyes drifting down to the floor.

   "Jonah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Emma was lying on the floor, covered in blood. A quick glance towards the razor on the counter told me that she had done this to herself.

   "EMMA!" I shouted. "What happened?!"

   She was crying. She wasn't anymore, but she was before I walked in.

   "I got mad at myself," she explained in between tearless sobs. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I grabbed a towel and pressed it against her arms and stomach. She cried out in pain at the contact. I looked at her with sadness in my eyes.

"Were you trying to kill yourself?" I choked out.

"No! No, I wasn't." She breathed before crying out again.

I shook my head. "I'll be right back." I tried to be calm, but as I sprinted downstairs towards the group, I felt tears in my eyes.

"Emma cut herself," I shouted quickly. "Call a doctor, Kennedy."

She pulled out her phone in a flash and was talking to a doctor. The rest of us ran upstairs where I was once again faced with Emma lying on the bathroom floor.

"Are you ok?!" Daniel asked, worry traced in his tone. She shook her head with tears in her eyes, screaming as I pressed the towel against her sides.