Chandler X Depressed Chris

Ch.1 A Silent Cry Chris p.o.v

I walk into my bathroom crying. I pull out my knife and cut, telling myself im not good enough to love or even care about. Im useless, unloved. i lie on the floor and sob for hours with blood staining the wight tile. after about 3 hours i get a call. for some reason i deside to answer it. "Hey Chris were are you you 30min late" it jimmy. i clear my throut "Oh sorry i uhh fell asleep" i say trying to lie. it worked. "ok see you when you get here" he says and i hang up. i stand up and walk to my room to get changed. i wear a gold beast hoodie and jeans. i walk out to my truck and start driving down to the warehouse. when i get there i put on a fake smile and walk in and the guys turn to me. "hey guys" i say. "Hey you finaly got here" jimmy joked. "Yea sorry about that" i say rubing the back of my neck. "Hey it fine aslong as ya didint i dont know hurt youself or others" jimmy jokes again . my heart starts pounding. "yea" i say and laugh nervosly. 

*Time Skip*

After we film and hang out i diside to go home. they were probibly sick of me anyway. when i get home i do the usual, get dunk and sob untill i fall asleap but before i could even get a buzz i hear a nock on the door. i walk over to it and answer it. it was chandler. "Hey Chris are you ok" he asks. "Yea why" i ask. "Because you havent been acting like your normal self lately, you seem down about somthing" he says "whell chan chan im fine so you can head home and please dont worry about me" i reply. and shut the door and as soon as i lock it i put my back against it and slide down it sobing. i hear another nock. "Chris please, let me in" chandler says. my body frezes when i hear his voice. I unwillingly do as he asks and instintly am huged. It feels amazing to feel like im actuly loved but he pulls away. he looks at my living room witch is literd with empty wiskey bottles and beer bottles along with a bloody poket knife on the coffe table. then he looks at me, its been about 1 month since ive eaten and im in a tanktop so of corce my scars are showing. "c-cris........why" he asks tearing up. "why do you even care" i ask