Unrequited Love ~Lams~

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a/n: im sorry-
tw: self harm, self hatred, homophobic slurs

*John's POV*

I slammed the bathroom stall door, and pressed my back against the wall. I slowly slid down the wall and onto the floor.

More tears fell down my face, no matter how much I wanted them to stop.

Obviously he doesn't like you back. Why would he?

I choked out a sob, and desperately started to wipe the tears from my face.

He wont ever look at you the way he looks at her.

I dug my fingernails in the palm of my hand.

Nobody likes you. Nobody cares about you.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the tears to stop.

The blade. It's right in your back pack.

I looked over at my dark green backpack, and pulled it closer to me. I shakily unzipped the front pocket, revealing a razor blade.

Just a few cuts. You deserve this. Stupid fag.

I pulled out the blade. I slowly put it closer to my skin, until it reached it. I flinched slightly at the contact, but kept it there.

Deeper.

I slowly put the blade deeper into my skin.

Deeper.

A heard a door slam, and familiar voices.

"Mon ami?! John?! Are you in here?!" I heard Laf say as a reply.

I made a whimpering noise as a reply.

Both Herc and Laf barged into the stall, looking like men on a mission. As they looked down at me, they both turned pale.

Herc bent down. "Why would you do this?"

I wanted to explain how I felt, how worthless I was, but the words wouldn't come out of my throat. Instead, a sob came out, and I buried my head in Herc's chest.

He rubbed circles in my back, as the bell went off, indicating that we were officially late for class.

"We're late..." I said, trailing off.

"It's fine, I'm sure Mr. Washington will understand." Laf said, and I nodded.

"Let's bring you to the nurse." Herc said, helping me stand up. I stumbled a bit at first.

I pulled down my hoodie sleeve, covering up the cut.

"No, I don't think so. You aren't just going to leave it there." Herc said, pulling out some bandages from his backpack. "Hold still."

He put disinfectant on the cut, and I winced. He slowly wrapped my arm in bandages. "There. If you ever feel like doing this again, please talk to us."

I half-heartily nodded, as they walked me to the nurse, and signed me out.

"Don't worry, mon ami, everything will be okay."