What would my father do if he found out that his son was bisexual? How would he and my family react?
They have already sent me to therapy for a period of time when I was still in school, merely a teenager, but I haven't gone back in over ten years.
I should introduce myself properly; I am Jack Bassam Barakat.
As the guitarist of a band, All Time Low, most would expect me to have the perfect job, the perfect family, a perfect life. When in reality, I am a walking travesty. My wrists and arms are littered with healing and forming scars. I put the blade to my skin nearly every day by now. My friends and family think that I have stopped harming myself, but no one understands that I can't. I simply cannot find that strength in me.
And now I am discovering my love for my best friend, my band-mate, and the person whom I try to lay my blades down for. Alex Gaskarth.
Warning: Rated for language, self harm, a suicide attempt, and possibly some sexual and drug/alcohol content.
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I wasn't wanted or needed by anyone, and I knew that far too well by now. There was nothing left for me in the cruel wrath of life until I found everything in the deep brown eyes that belonged to a tall, sensitive boy by the name of Jack Barakat. The night that I thought would be another boring, sad chapter of my story ended up being the beginning of a whole new one.
He kept me safe when not even my own house could.
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Told in Alex's POV.
Trigger warnings: anxiety, abuse (verbal/physical), cussing.
Disclaimer: This is partnered with "You Keep Me Sane" (which is not completed), but you do not need to read the other one before this one, or the other way around. It's the exact same story in another perspective.
Started: Dec. 18, 2019
Finished: May 26, 2021