AN: Sorry this is so short I honestly hate it but here it is anyway.
Also I would like to say I honestly don't know what will happen now to this story with the lose of net neutrality. Sorry.
***Trigger Warnings*** cursing and self harm I'll put three *'s before and after the self harm
(Alex's POV)
It's a week since Christmas and John has still been sleeping alone in his room. He hasn't wanted to go out together or even stay in and watch a movie. I've offered to watch his favorite movie even though I HATE it hoping to get him out of his room. I'm starting to worry, ever since his father came and everything happened he hasn't been the same. He locks himself in his room with Flash and barely comes out for food or water.
I'm going to text Laf and Herc, hopefully they can help.
: Guys I need your help.
FrenchBaguette: With what Mon ami
KissMeImIrish: ?
: It's John. He won't leave his room and he wont talk to me.
: He won't even watch that dumb movie he likes!
FrenchBaguette: Moana is not dumb. But as for John I don't know… The last time he was like that was when he had first gotten to our old boarding school.
KissMeImIrish: Yeah he was hella depressed back then. Oh and there was one time after an especially bad phone call and fight with his dad he got all dark and depressed for a few weeks.
is typing…
FrenchBaguette: Amour did you seriously use 'hella'?
KissMeImIrish: Yes
: Okay… so what you're saying is that John might be depressed?It would probably be a result of that monster of a father Henry's visit. Is there anything I could do to help him? I hate seeing him like this, I love him I just want him to be happy. He won't even let me in his room half the time. When he does come out of his room he looks a mess. I just wish I could make him feel better ugh… I love him so much! I don't know what I'd do without him in my life. He's the light at the end of a long day of classes, he makes and bad mood wash away just by seeing his face. His smiles god his smile is like… sorry didn't mean to ramble like that but it's all true.
FrenchBaguette: Mon Dieu petit lion, you really do love and care for him.
KissMeImIrish: Johnny boy is very lucky
FrenchBaguette: As for helping him, just be there, let him know you are there for him for anything and everything. He may say he doesn't want you to be around him and doesn't want to watch the movie but he does. Keep offering but don't ask too much. You don't want to upset him more.
: Okay so don't pester him, be there for him, and don't let him always be alone in his room. Got it.
: Thanks!
FrenchBaguette: No problem petit lion.
KissMeImIrish: Don't tell him we told you anything.
: Got it.
I haven't heard anything from John's room so I'm assuming he's asleep. I got up out of bed and went to the "kitchen" to make food for us both, I figure I'll take him some then try to stay with him and talk for a bit. I ended up making frozen waffles, but hey it's food. As I enter John's room I see he's not asleep but sitting at his desk doing something that I can't see. I walk over to him and drop the waffles.
(John's POV)
It's been a week since Christmas, I'm hurting… mentally. I keep thinking about what my dad was saying as he was hitting me. Then I think back to when I was younger and he said the same things but never hit me… that didn't start till my mom died. So that's how I found myself here, looking at old picture I stole from the house years ago of my mother when she was younger and ones of my siblings and a couple of the whole family when everyone was happy… before I came out and ruined that happiness and before my mother died and my dad started drinking and beating me.
***This is too much all of this is too much. The memories, the feelings, everything. I open the drawer of my desk and pull out an old mint tin with my blades in it, I take one out and look at it. I told myself years ago I'd never do this again, I promised to my mom even though she was not and is not here anymore that I'd never do this again but I can't hold it together anymore. It started as one cut then two more but before I knew it my whole left fore arm was littered with small jagged cuts. Then I heard a crash. I jumped and turn around and behind me is Alex… ***
Alex saw them, he saw the cuts! Oh god no, no,no, NO! This can't be happening. He's going to thing I'm a freak and leave me. He's going to Laf and Herc. They can't know I'm doing it again. They'll make me go back to therapy… so will Alex . Why… why can't I just be normal and not fuck up everything good in my life?
"J-john? Why?" was all Alex said
I didn't answer him I just turned back around and covered them up.
"John… Baby please. Talk to me." he pleaded
I couldn't, I just couldn't't so I did the one thing I knew what to do at this moment which was run.
I got up, grabbed my coat and ran out for the dorm. I didn't stop once I got out side I just kept running I ran and ran until I got to the train station and bought a ticket out of New York.