⚠️TW: SELF HARM⚠️
Jahseh Onfroy
I can't take this, I'm going crazy.
That fight made something in me snap, and I know I ain't been myself lately. But these voices are driving me crazy. I can't do this.
I'm somewhere else mentally and I know it. And I don't know what to do so I don't do anything at all. Maybe it'll go away.
He comes around when I'm mad. And he comes to kill. I can't keep him away when I'm upset, he's like my only protector. And I wish something could change because i don't want to be this way.
Let's play.
"Not today," I whispered as I rocked back in forward in the rocking chair. Waiting for Stokeley to come back from the store.
I told him what's going on, he suggested I try some meds to see if they help me. And that's where he went, to get some meds.
Just for a second, and I'll go away.
"What do you want to play?"
Take the razor.
I did as told, collecting the razor from the dresser and taking it apart. I sliced my Skin, watching in fascination as my blood escaped my flesh, running down my arm and onto the carpet.
I did it again, and again until a star was formed on my wrist.
I smiled down at my work, "did I do a good job?" I asked him.
It isn't your best work, but yes, you did.
"What can I do better for you?"
Repeat the same for you other wrist.
I collected the blade and started to repeat my actions, but I was interrupted when my bedroom door opened.
Stokeley walked in and looked at me, "what are you doing."
Jayden Onfroy (Jahsehs second personality)
"He's making art," I smirked, coming through and pushing Jahseh back.
"He? What?" Stokeley stood confused as he tossed the Walgreens bag to the bed and came in front of me. He snatched the blade from my hands and threw it across the room.
"Baby what are you doing?" He groaned and grabbed a towel, placing it over my wrist.
"Let it bleed."
"No I won't let it bleed, what's going on?" He panicked.
"He's doing what I said," I smirked.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
He looked into my eyes and frowned, "bring Jahseh back."
"No, I like it here."
"Please?" His eyes teared up.
"Pussy!" I spat in his face and then laughed.
I felt Jahseh trying to come back through.
I didn't fight, I let him through.
Jahseh Onfroy
I fell into his arms, tears running down my face. "Somethings wrong with me."
"Talk to me, what happened?" He held my face as tears ran down the both of our faces.
"I don't know," I confessed. " The voices are loud!" I cried.
"Oh baby," he frowned.
"Help me," I cried. "Please Stokeley help me."
"I'm trying baby."
"I don't wanna be like this no more," I cried into his chest. "Please."
