{TRIGGER WARNINGS}
"I get what it's like."
Third person-
Daniel seavy. The smiley, tooth-gaped boy of the group called Why Don't We. The kind, and soft spoken one. Never loud, rambunctious or angry.
On the outside, the inside though, when hes alone though....
He got up from his chair, in the empty house, his eyes dull and lifeless. He gathered up many things from around the house. He likes to call them his friends, but they were nothing but drawing tools.
Daniel grabbed the biggest of the items and makes them in an outer circle around him. He continued this act until there are many, many
razors, knives, scissors and anything sharp surrounding him.
He picks up and xacto knife. He slid it across his arm, not very deep.
He picks up a razor blade. He does the same, but just a little deeper.
He picks up a Swiss Army knife. He sets it back down, not wanting to use it.
He picks up a small kitchen knife. He skates it across his arm, deep.
He winces.
He picks up the xacto knife again. This time he carves a deep "x" in his arm.
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Jacks p.o.v-
I walk into the house alone, pissed off at the boys for making jokes about my voice cracks, I don't think they really understand that Im still kinda a teen, but no, only Daniel really gets that and he wasn't there. I had walked out of the studio, and after I got in the car I thought about my crush. Yes, crush. No, I am not in 5th grade, I'm gay.
Daniel Seavy. The smiley and happy one. But he's also just so perfect, not one flaw on the boy.
Or so I thought.
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Third person-
Jack walked into the house, not seeing his love. He quickly dashes up the stairs and goes to his room. In his office space he digs through his door and pulls out a small pencil sharpener. He grabs a screwdriver and takes out the small screw keeping the blade in place. He throws it away and grab the blade. He only has so much time to do his harm, so he quickly make 3 decent cuts. He then, almost teasing himself, he presses it down hard, but not moving it, only to feel the pain, of pain.
He does one more thing before leaving to move on with life, he carves a deep "x" into his arm.
Now he would go off to find his love, and then realize something that takes all pain away.
But from two people.
but it may pass it onto three others.
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(third person)
The two boys wandered into the kitchen, feeling lightheaded and wanting some Benadryl.
Jack had noticed his love first, and quickly pulled down his sleeves. Which were white.
Daniel, on the other hand, did not even notice his curly headed friend. He was seemed to be in a trance, a trance of grey.
Jack ran to him, concerned because of his eyes. They were a dark grey. Not a deep ocean blue.
Then he saw them.
"Dani?" He whispered.
The 19 year old looked at him, and his eyes begged him for help, but his face was blank.
"I get what it's like."
Those words. Those five words snapped Daniel back to reality. He shot his head up at the boy, who said those words, and looked down at his now blood stained shirt.
Daniel looked down at his own arm. He pulled up Jacks sleeve. Jack winced. But let him.
They had done the same harm, and felt the same pain as one another.
Daniel kissed each of his cuts, and then hugged Jack.
Jack went for his love. And kissed him.
Daniel kissed him back.
He whispered to his new love.
"There is no me without you."
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{Hello lovely readers. Sorry again, for no smut, and I'm sorry if this was triggering for you. It was triggering for me to write:(
But anyway, I'm making a group account! It shall be called "Latenight_Limelight's" dm me if you want in!}
stay groovy~ Jean
