[Quiet, alright and don't give me anything about this and I've had this in my head for a while and nearly felt bored of just doing OCs for nearly every rp. Also Bi, I'm not bi but why not just do it in an rp. Switch.]
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You felt your mind racing since your friend hasn't answered the messages that you sent him a few hours before going to work, so each passing two hours you always checked your phone but didn't see any notification from him and felt your hands shaking. It was too much as you just ran out the shop and was making a straight run to his house, knowing that something was wrong since he would always and immediately answer your messages but couldn't immediately answer back due to working. But this day, there was a feeling in your gut that something bad would occur ever since you woke up and knew it mostly had to be him, You only saw what he looked like once but that was just a old high school photo, a cream like skin tone with black hair and the darkest shade of brown you've seen for the color of someone's eyes but he was smiling in the photo as you remembered it vividly, since each time you'd always see something else behind that smile. As if it were only forced because of the photo being taken but heard from others that he would never smile and only if it were for something to have him in, always keeping to himself and speak only a few words. Any bad scenario just rammed through your head like a maglev train, once arriving at his apartment you took a spare key out from under a rock then fiddled with it on getting the door unlocked. Once unlocking it, you bursted through it and saw a trail of blood, your eyes widen and immediately followed it as you ran after slamming the door shut then came to his bedroom door, pushing it open and saw him sitting against the wall with a bloodied knife next to him. His wrists have two deep cuts on them with the blood spilling from them and soaking into the carpet, you acted quickly as you ran into the bathroom and grabbed the first-aid kit then ran to him, opening it as you kneeled down but saw a water bottle a bit away. You reached for it then grabbed it and poured half the water onto the wounds to clean them and took out the bandages as you wrapped his wrists in it then used the tape to make sure they don't come undone. Once done you looked at him and noticed he had the same skin, eye and hair color but he had bandages wrapped around the lower half of his face, but noticed his eyes were open. "Jayson... How l-long has t-this b-beem happening?" You asked as your voice cracked a bit as tears began to roll down your cheeks. "...Since highschool..." He replied and that was when you only started to talk to him since you got his phone number from a family member and at the moment you wanted to hug him and cry or just snap at him.
What would you do?
[Jayson is my middle name]
