Roadtrip Oneshots

🙈Help Me🌵

TRIGGER WARNING. IF YOU GET TRIGGERED BY MENTIONS OF SELF HARM PLEASE DO NOT READ!

*Brooklyn's POV*
I know I'm the smiley one in the group. I know that I am always messing around and having fun. I know that I put on the fake persona to keep everyone happy. But I'm a liar. I'm a liar to everyone and someone will find out. Someone will find out and then they'll stop caring. They'll leave me alone.

Maybe that's what I need, maybe I need everyone to find out so they can leave. If everyone leaves I can't annoy them anymore, I can't hurt anyone, and I can't let anymore people down.

That's how they seem me. I was always the one to take the longest on recording my parts because I could never get them to sound right, they hated filming me because I was always annoying, and I was never worth their time. I could see it in their eyes. I could see how much the despised me. How much they wish I wasn't here.

Maybe I should just... No. I can't let myself get that far.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Brooklyn, come on. It's time to eat," I heard Andy say from behind the door. "I'm not hungry. Just ate a little hit ago," I said in my normal cheerful voice. I hated it, it was always so fake.

"Are you sure Brook?" Andy asked again, "I haven't seen you leave your room at all today." I sighed and got up. I wasn't ready for anyone to caught on so I might as well go and eat to ensure they don't start to "worry". I put on my fake smile and opened the door. Andy stood there and smiled at me before turning and going downstairs.

I follow him and sit at the table with the rest of the boys. "Are you alright mate?" Rye asked as soon as I took my seat across from him. "Yeah," I said smiling, "just really tired today." He nodded and we all ate. Everyone sat around me talking and I couldn't bring myself to talk unless I absolutely had to.

I could see them looking at me but as of now it no longer mattered. I no longer cared. Or maybe I cared too much. It seemed like every emotion was spiraling around me and the only thing keeping me held together was the fake smile plastered on my face.

"Brooklyn," I heard someone say a little to loudly. I flinched, not meaning to at all, "Are you alright? You've been staring at the table for awhile now," Andy said softly this time. I knew he was just trying not to cause me to flinch again. But instead of flinching I did something so much worse.

"Just leave me alone!" I yelled standing up and storming out of the room. As soon as the kitchen door close behind me, I broke. I couldn't keep the tears from falling down my face anymore. This time I only had one thought in my head. I knew I shouldn't do it, especially since the boys all knew I was upset right now. I couldn't stop it though. It was the only thing in my head. I walked right into the bathroom I shared with Andy and I quickly made sure every door was locked.

I went to the cabinet and dug threw it a little looking for my blade. The one thing that kept me sane. I pulled up the sleeve of my jumper showing a few small cuts across my arm, most being on my legs.

I dug the blade in watching the blood start to trickle down. One.

Two.

Three.

There was a knock on the door.

Four.

"Brooklyn. It's me Andy. I'm so sorry. Please open the door and talk to me," he said. I could hear the worry in his voice. I could tell he was crying but right now that wasn't what my focus was on.

Five.

Six.

"Brooklyn! Please!" He begged.

"Fuck o-off Andy!" I yelled back at him cursing myself for my stutter.