Hollywood Undead One Shots

Danny and JDog

Reviewed and Undergoing Editing

Sad, depression, suicide warning

Danny's pov

One, two, three, four, five. Five big long cuts on each arm. Not like anybody cares anyway. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Ten cuts on each wrist. Nobody will miss me anyways. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Now fifteen on each arm. Blood all on the ground from where I once was sitting on my bed to where I now stand, in the bathroom locked in. The guys outside my door calling out my name but I'm to far gone. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. The world now spinning.
"Daniel open this door!" Comes a loud voice from outside my bedroom door. I have to leave this world now. They'll get over me, it's not like they actually cared anyway. Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five. Twenty five cuts on each wrist.
There is no saving me anymore. The world still continuing to spin as the blade drops.
"Daniel I'm serious open this door!" Calls out the same voice. Him. I think, of course it's him. The one who put me in this position. The one who I once loved. The one who I poured my heart out to. Him. Of course the guys would send him of all people. They know how I felt about him so why wouldn't they send him? It'll all be over in a few minutes. I think to myself.
"Danny I'm sorry!" The voice calls out again. It sounds so far away.
"Daniel please." The voice calls out again.
"It's to late." I whisper as my legs give out. Down to the floor I crash, room spinning, my heart slowly coming to an end. I once loved him... So how did I end up here? Like this? I think to myself. There is a loud bang on the door before it swings on its hinges.
"Danny!" He calls out to me. He sounds so far away now.
"Guys call 911!" He yells and I smile weakly. Him. The one I loved, the one who showed me what it meant to live, but the same one that tore me apart. The reason I'm on the ground with twenty five cuts. The one who I loved. Jorel.

Jorel's pov

Jorel it is to late for you to save me. Once you have read this note I'll be far gone by now. I love you up until the day I die. Which happens to be today. But maybe, just maybe I'll still love you in the afterlife. You were once my main reason for living. You showed me what it meant to live, what it meant to love someone. Before you took it all away. But perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe it was good that I'm gone because of you, because of what I saw that day. Because of you and Aron. I should've known something was up. You even told me before that you were still in love with him long before you even dated me. I should've known better then to trust you. But love is complicated. I still loved you to this day, and I always would have, had I not died. I'll never stop loving you even if it kills me. That's what I said that day, that day I caught you with him. I guess it did kill me huh. I'm running out of space to write. I never stopped loving you. And I never will stop. You were once my everything, so how did it all fall like this? I loved you til the day I died.

Tell the others I'm sorry and not to blame themselves.

Danny❤️

Danny... I knew the day I saw you that I would end up falling in love with you. I just didn't realize that by falling in love with you, it would end up killing you. Three long years have passed and not a day goes by that I don't visit your grave. Or think about you. I stopped drinking, doing drugs, partying, I stopped everything. You didn't just take your own life to the grave, it's like you took mine. But I deserve it. I deserve everything bad to happen to me. Because of me you're gone. Because of me, you hurt. Because of me, you found out the truth about the cruel world. I'm writing this in my diary so when my time comes I'll be able to reflect on everything I did bad or wrong. Every day I write in my diary, mostly about you. About your smile, your laugh, your hair, your beautiful brown eyes. I loved you but I ended up killing you. May you lie in piece. I am to join you soon. I can not go on like this. I need to be with you. Let the guys know everything. I haven't told them that's it's my fault your gonna. It was so selfish of me to not tell them. But let them now know. Today marks the three year mark of the day you died. But it'll also be the day I die. I wish to longer exist knowing that I killed you. I wish to no longer exist holding that secret. Twenty five times I will cut. In memory of you. I will leave my dairy out in the open so the boys will read it. Dylan, Matt, Jordan, George know that this is not your fault. It wasn't your fault when Danny died either. It was all mine, he had caught me with Aron. I wish you all to have a great life and continue to make music. Work with other bands, find another lead singer and guitarist. But don't hate yourselves, hate me. I'm the reason the two of us are dead and I'm bringing that thought with me to the grave. I just can't go on without him. I hope you'll all understand that and please don't hate Aron either. In fact he once told he regretted everything. Danny is waiting for me now, I must go. Don't hate him or Aron or yourselves. Hate me, maybe get back together with Aron and his band. You'd make great music together if you all got over this. I have to go now. I've been waiting to long. I have to see Danny. I love you all and always will even if you guys hate me.

Jorel❤️

Twenty five cuts on each wrist. World spinning. I can hear his voice calling out to me. I crash down to the ground the same way he once did. Laying in the same spot. "Danny, I can't wait to see you again." I whisper as my heart soon comes to a stop and my eyes close.
"You've kept me waiting."
"I know and I am deeply sorry."
"It's alright Jorel, we are together again."