Mistreated | Donah Meavey

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Jonah's pov

After that heartbreaking conversation, I took Daniel upstairs into my room.
Now he was just sitting on the bed with his arms around his knees and staring into nothing. It was almost scary. I wish I could know what's going on inside his brain. Or maybe it's better to not know?

I sat down next to him and softly caressed his face.

"I have to discuss something with my parents." I said quietly. "You wanna stay in here?" he just nodded not even looking at me. I'm kind of worried about him. But I have to ask my parents if we can move here and sell the house in L.A.. I have to protect Daniel. I have to.

I stood up and left my room, then went into the kitchen. My mom and dad were still in tears. Ugh I can't cry again. Everything is going to be okay. Right? Right??

I sat down on the stool on the opposite side of the table.

"Is he okay?" my mom asked with a shaking voice.

"Kind of...he's just sitting and staring into nothing. I'm so worried." I responded sadly.

"Unbelievable how can someone do this to his own brother." my dad was still shocked.

"Mom...dad...I...have a plan how to protect him...but I'm not sure if you guys would accept the idea of....moving here and...and selling my house in L.A.." I was a little bit scared of their reaction. But after some time my mom started.

"Honey, of course we're going to help him. If that would help then I can't see any problems with it." I let out a sigh I didn't even know I was holding.

"Yes, I absolutely agree." my dad added.

"Oh my god mom, dad, thank you so so much. Honestly I can't even tell you guys how thankful I am right now." I ran to them and hugged them.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Of course darling." my mom said and I got back to my stool. Suddenly I heard the door opening upstairs. Probably Daniel is coming down to join us. But then I heard another door opening and closing. I guess he went to the bathroom.

"Check on him, please." my mom said. I was a little bit confused why would I have to check on him.

"Why?" I asked her.

"You know why." then I realized what she means. He is not okay right now and I can't let him do something...bad to himself. I ran upstairs into the bathroom and...the view shocked me.

Daniel's pov

Jonah said something. I just nodded and he left the room. I don't know what he was saying.

After Jonah left the room, I started crying. Uncontrollably and I couldn't stop. I'm done with life. I am so...so done. My mind is going to explode. It's full of horrible memories, nightmares about Ben and everything going on, full of sadness, depression and anxiety. I can't handle this pain. Not the physical one, the mental. I don't even know what's happening now. I'm all alone in a room...an unknown place. Jonah's not here. He left me here. Why?

I was losing control of my mind. Everything was blurry. I stood up and my legs led me out of the room into another one.

I don't even know how but suddenly I was standing in the bathroom, in front of the mirror with a razor in my hand.

In the mirror I saw my reflection. Awful. Red eyes, tears streaming down on my cheeks, the black eye from Ben.

I looked down on the razor and.....I started to cut my wrist. And again and again. I made a few cuts and I collapsed on my knees still crying. I dropped the razor and grabbed my wrist. Blood started to drip down on the floor.

Suddenly the door opened and Jonah ran to me.

"Daniel, what happened?" he asked. I got back to the reality. What happened? How did I get here? And why am I bleeding?

"I-I don't k-know." I replied, hissing from pain.

He helped me up, then cleaned my fresh cuts. It was painful but I am used to it.

After he finished cleaning up my wounds, he put bandage on it and helped me back into his room.

"I'm...I'm sorry Jonah....I didn't want to....ugh." I was trying to apologize to him but I couldn't stop sobbing.

"No, Daniel you don't have to say anything. I shouldn't go and leave you alone here...this is my fault." he was blaming himself.

"It's not your fault."I whispered in his ear while hugging him. "I honestly can't remember what happened."

"Are you okay?" he asked me when we pulled away.

'no...I'm not okay.' I thought. But I couldn't say it. I don't want to cause him even more pain.

"Yeah...I guess." I responded with a little fake smile.

He looked at me, right into my eyes. Jonah knows when I'm lying. That's for sure. He knows me so well.

"Daniel," he whispered, "I know you're not okay." he caressed my face.
I hugged him tightly. I needed this. I needed someone who knows that I'm not okay even if I say something else.

"Thank you for being here for me." I was trying to not cry again, but I failed. I was lightly sobbing into his shoulder while he was rubbing my back.

"Of course I'm here for you, babe...where would I be if not with you?"

Jonah's pov

After some time my mom came upstairs, knocked on the door and opened it. When she saw Daniel's bandaged wrist, she covered her mouth with her hand.

She was right. I'm gonna thank her later for telling me to check on Daniel. Cause if...ugh I don't even want to think about it. Thank god he's still alive. Thank god.