*TRIGGER WARNING. MENTIONS OF SELFHARM. IF THIS WILL AFFECT YOU PLEASE MOVE ON. I DON'T WANT TO HURT ANYONE.* If this won't affect you please enjoy :)
Daniel stood in the bathroom with tears in his eyes and streaming down his face. his phone was on a shelf and he was watching some depression multifandoms. Daniel put the razor on his wrist and put a gash into his arm. He grimaced and did it some more. He did this until his wrists were dripping with blood. He washed his cuts and pulled his sleeves over his wrists. He started sobbing as he sank to his knees. Someone knocked on the door, but he ignored it. The person knocked again but Daniel was crying too hard to reply. Finally, the person spoke. Dani, are you alright? Jack asked. Are you crying?
Im fine. Daniel choked out.
No, youre not. Youre crying. Jack said. Just let me in.
No. Just leave me alone. Daniel sobbed and grabbed the razor.
Oh Daniel. Whats wrong? Jack sighed.
Leave! Daniel screamed and slammed a fist on the door. Just get away from me okay?!
Jack sighed. I cant do that. You can hit me or hurt me in any other way. I cant leave you alone.
Daniel stopped crying and sank onto the floor. Fuck you. He muttered.
Jack sat against the door listening to Daniel whimpering slightly. He knew he shouldnt have pushed Daniel into talking, but he couldnt help it. He was worried about Daniel. The door opened and Daniel walked out. The boys blue eyes were wet from crying. His face was slightly red, and he was shaking. Lets talk.
I just want to lay down. Ill be down when its time to leave for the concert. Daniel muttered and left.
Jack went to the living room and joined Zach on the couch. He curled up into his boyfriends arms. Wheres Dani? Zach asked.
He was crying. Hes now in bed. Jack replied. I dont know whats going on.
Corbyn sighed. Ill go check on him. He yawned. And maybe take a nap.
Corbyn found Daniel in bed and got in his own bed. Bean? a voice whispered.
Yes? Corbyn murmured.
I love you. Daniel yawned.
I love you too. Corbyn replied.
Several hours later, the boys were preparing for the concert when Daniel ran off stage. Frowning, the boys continued setting up. An hour later, Daniel appeared in the dressing room. Zach frowned. Are you alright?
Yeah. I just threw up. Daniel muttered.
Feel better now? Do you need to sleep it off? Jonah asked.
Im fine. Daniel replied.
They got on stage and began the concert. Finally, it was Daniels part in 8 Letters and thats when he finally cracked.
Isnt it amazing how almost every line on our hands align. Isnt that Daniels voice trailed off as he felt a scream rise up in his throat. Every emotion was threatening to make an appearance. Daniel dropped his microphone and ran to the bathroom shaking.
Well be right back. Jonah sighed.
Yeah. Dani has been having some serious anxiety and depression. Jack muttered.
The boys ran to the bathroom door. Jonah winced when he heard Daniel punch the wall. He heard the pain in Daniels sobs and groaned. Daniel was cutting himself. Jonah kicked the door and it swung open. Dani! Jack gasped.
Daniels arms were dripping with blood and a razor rested on the floor. Corbyn got on the floor knowing that Daniel would eventually curl up in his arms.
Daniel, please talk to us. Zach stammered. You really need some help man.
Dad left me! Daniel screamed as his emotions exploded. He left me, but its not like I care you know. I had some great times without him. I got in a band without him. I dont need a dad. Why would I need his support? Fuck him! Daniel screamed.
Zach was shaking as he watched Daniel. His best friend was falling apart, and he didnt know how to help him.
Dani, Im so sorry. I didnt know how you really felt. Jack stuttered.
Daniel began to sob harder than he ever had as he held his bleeding arm. It hurts! It hurts so bad! Make it stop!
Your arm? Jonah asked shakily.
No. Daniel sobbed and sank to the floor.
Corbyn pulled Daniel close. Im not leaving you. Im here. We all are.
After almost an hour of crying, Daniel dozed off. Jonah stroked the boys hair. Lets get those cuts cleaned up, then figure out what next.
