Amnesia

Amnesia C. One

TRIGGER WARNING: If you are sensitive to self-harm acts or reading about them makes you want to cut, please exit the story, listen to your favorite music, and keep your head up high, lovely. 

Jake's P.O.V. 

"Please.." I was shaking, playing with my lip ring with tears flowing down my face and blood streaming down my wrists. I don't know exactly what I was begging for, probably for all these thoughts to go away. Wherever You Are by 5 Seconds of Summer playing. I wish Michael could just come here and save me from all of these suicidal thoughts. But then againg I'm pretty sure he'd never date a guy (Other than Luke jk xx). I got up and went to the hotel bathroom. Probably wondering why I'm in a hotel, it happened three days ago. I told my parents I'm gay and they kicked me out. I'll never understand why people could judge others for things they can't control. But even if I had a choice, I would never change my fabulous sexuality. 

"Finally here!" I heard an all too familiar Australian accent. 

"Y-you're M-michael.." I stuttered, walking out of the bathroom with white rags covering my wrists. Not the best idea. 

"Hey, how'd you get in h- oh my god your wrists!" He soon noticed as the white turned to a dark red from my bleeding wounds. 

"Stay right here." he mumbled and ran to the bathroom. 

"Mikey?" I heard another familiar voice. 

"In here Ash!" Michael yelled from his place in the bathroom. 

"Oh, hey." Ashton smiled at me. "Mike go in the wrong room, again?" He giggled out his all too famous giggle. I smiled and nodded, using my oversized cover my wrists (sweaterpAWs) and my fringe cover my eyes. Ashton didn't seem to care that he was in my, a total stranger, hotel room. He simply spread out on the couch across from me and adorably started to drift off a bit. 

Mikey came out of the bathroom with a first-aid kit in his hands. He sat in front of me on the floor and looked through the kit grabbing out bandages. I knew what he was going to do and I reluctantly pulled up my sleeves allowing him access to my wrists. But he didn't bandage me first, he kissed all my scars and fresh cuts. Ashton almost fell off the couch causing him to wake up. He looked over at us and had a sad look on his face. He walked over to us and pulled me up on his lap, hugging me from behind and resting his head on my shoulder with his tears wetting my sweater and Michael's tears stinging my cuts but I didn't mind.

After kissing all over my wrist he bandaged it up, biting his lip if he was stuggling to know how to wrap up my arm or if I flinched. He did the same to my left arm and when he was done looked up at me with blood on his lips from when he kissed my cuts. I felt a tad better other than the fact that I made them cry. Soon enough I fell asleep with Ashton still hugging me and Michael kissing my wrapped wrists.