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Jack- Self Harm

So I know you see the title so please, I beg of you, do not read if you feel like you will be triggered. Even in the slightest way. I just want everyone to stay safe and happy. I tried to refrain from any triggering words but there are definitely some in there. 💛💛

Also this one is hella long so grab a snack. 😂😂

There is also tons of Jachary in this one.

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Jack didn't know what to do. All of the words that they were saying were like slaps to the face but he just couldn't stop reading them.

It was like high school all over again.

'fat'

'ugly'

'disgusting'

'fag'

'go kys'

Jack couldn't do it anymore so he thought of the only way he could release the pain of their hurtful words.

Cutting himself.

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Four years.

That is how long Jack has been doing this to himself for. He just can't seem to stop. He started in high school when he started to get bullied for absolutely no reason other than his music. When he started social media and posting his music the bullying had gotten worse.

Jack was currently in the shower, tears were quickly falling down his cheeks, looking at the shiny piece of metal in his fingers. He never did it in places that people could see. He usually did it on his legs or his hips. Never his arms. When he first did it, he did it there. Someone saw and people made fun of him even more. He had learned to never do it there.

He slowly lowered his shaky hand to his right thigh. He paused for a second to look at all the other red and white marks on his legs. Some from recent times, others from years ago.

He started slow at first. The pace quickly sped up. He lost count after ten. When he felt that it was enough he rinsed the small piece of metal off and set it on his towel that was off to the side. He put his leg under the spray of the shower, wincing slightly as the hot water stung his fresh wounds. He watched as his blood mixed with water raced down the drain.

Once he stopped bleeding as much he turned the shower off and dried his body and hair with his black towel. He quickly grabbed the antibiotic ointment and the gauze he had bought from Walgreens the other day. He applied both and then put a wrap around it so it stayed in place. He got dressed in a light blue t-shirt and black ripped skinny jeans.

When he left the steaming bathroom he grabbed everything and made sure he left no evidence of what he just did to himself in the bathroom. He quickly went to his room and hid everything, then went downstairs to the rest of the boys. He shoved a fake grin on his face and entered the kitchen where they all were.

Daniel was making breakfast and the rest of the boys were just goofing off. Zach was the first to notice him walk in.

"Hey Jack how was the shower?"

Awful. "It was great." He sat down just as Daniel was finished cooking.

Jack had learned to be a great liar. The boys had never picked up on his depression and how he was never happy.

Or at least that's what Jack thought.

Zach had noticed everything. He noticed how Jack always looked like he could burst into tears at any second. He noticed how Jack's hands were always shaking. He noticed how he would often wince when his jeans rubbed the wrong way. He noticed the faint white lines on Jack's wrist. He noticed how Jack always looked nervous. He noticed it all. There was nothing that he didn't notice.