Hollywood Undead One Shots

What About Us? (DM x ???)

Sad, blood, suicide warning
Danny x ???

Danny's pov

I roll my eyes as Jordan once again sets the stove on fire.

"Jordan you can't cook!"
"Fuck off Jorel I can so!"
"Jorel you can't cook either!"
"Shut the fuck up Matt!"
"All of you shut the fuck up!"

That's how the day goes. Jordan doing something stupid and Jorel and Matt pitch in to the fight until George tells them all to shut the fuck up.

"You piece of shit! You ate my chips!"
"And they were fucking good to Matt!"
"I swear to fuck Dylan!"
"You are gonna fuck Dylan?"
"What the actual fuck Jordan?!"
"That's just what you said!"
"All of you shut the fuck up!"

All eyes turn to me and immediately look away. They weren't use to me yelling. Which could be a good or bad thing. Gets them to shut up. I only recently started to yell as well. Not that I'll tell them. Truth is... I've had a very hard month. My wrists are all cut, mother died, Reese dumped me and took Scarlett. So I have nothing to really live for, other than the band. But of course they don't know that.

"Earth to Danny."

My head snaps up as a hand waves in front of my face.

"What?"

I snap more angrily then I meant to.

"I said are you alright? You just started crying."
"Fuck, yea I'm alright."

I quickly wipe my tears and walk to the bathroom on the bus. Fuck sakes, of course I start crying when thinking about everything.

"He's been more moody than ever. There is something he isn't telling us which is eating him alive. I mean fuck, he hasn't worn a t-shirt in days."
"Yes I know Jorel. But there isn't much we can do."

I sigh and lock the door. Quickly I grab my razor blade and roll up my sleeves. I hear someone coming close to the bathroom before hearing a knock. Thinking quickly I turn the shower on and leave the water running.

"He's in the shower."
"That's good then."
"We could call Reese and ask what's up with Danny? Surely she had noticed."
"Yea, okay call her George."

Fuck, the truth is going to come out. I slowly drag the blade across my wrist and watch the blood start pouring out. I watch it for a moment as it hits the ground before creating another cut, this one being deeper them the last.

"You and him broke up? And you took Scarlett? Months ago?!"

Shit... I quickly drive the blade into my wrist as deep as I can.

"He was cutting? Oh my god."
"He would go into the bathroom and lock the door, turn the water on to make me think he was in the shower and then he'd cut himself."

I feel myself getting dizzy and fall down. Hitting my head off the bathroom sink in the process and spilting my head open.

"Reese, he was just crying, now he is locked in the bathroom, having a shower."
"He isn't having a shower!"
"Fuck, Jorel get in there!"

I feel the blood drip down my wrist and the blood go down the side of my face. I hear footsteps coming towards the bathroom and then suddenly someone is pounding on the door."

"He isn't opening the door!"
"Bust it down then!"
"Help him! He could already be dead! Call 911! I will be at the hospital and have Scarlett with me!"

What am I supposed to do now? Die happily, knowing that my suffering is over. Or let the guys in to help me? Fuck it, I chose to do this, I want the suffering to be over. I weakly grab the blade again and drive it deep as I can get it into my wrist. Blood pours from the wounds and I smile weakly, knowing my end is near, as is my suffering.

"Bust the fucking door down now!"
"I have an extra key here!"

I hear the door unlock as soon as my eyes close.

"Danny!"