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Prompted by Jason Fan- Jason is struggling to cope and in an attempt to avoid relapsing back into his eating disorder ends us self harming instead. Robbie finds out and all the brothers band together to help him through it.

TRIGGER: this chapter deals with self harm, if you feel you may be affected please don't feel like you have to read

Chapter 28- talk to me, please:

Jason paced up and down in his room, consciously avoiding the mirror. He was just sick of it now. He wasn't even trying to impress Holly now, it wasn't like he was ever going to be good enough for her; good enough for anyone. He was told to ignore the voices in his head, that they weren't real and weren't telling the truth. But now, they were as real as ever.

He continued pacing, not knowing what to do. He couldn't handle this; he couldn't go through this again; he was too weak. The anger and lack of control was building up inisde him; he couldn't carry on like this. He needed an escape; a release from what he was feeling. But how?

He stopped pacing and rubbed a hand across the back of his next, trying to slow down his breathing. The last he needed was to have a panic attack. He looked around his room and spotted something; a pair of scissors.

The thought had never crossed his mind until now; now it was so strong. He walked over to the pair of scissors ans stared at them. His breathing quickened. Could he really do this? Would he be able to do it? No one would have to know, no one would find out.

He picked up the scissors and opened them out. He took one side of the metal and pressed it against his forearm. He slowly pressed it into the skin, gently bringing it across his arm at the same time. He brought the scissors away and sighed, he'd done it.

He watched the cut on his arm bleed, before putting the scissors down and wrapping some tissue round his arm. Jason didn't know why but he felt better, he could breath easier now and it was like all of his thoughts had just vanished. It helped, massively.

Jason made sure that the cut had stopped bleeding before putting his hoodie and leaving his room, feeling satisfied with himself. No one else would need to know, it was his secret.

The next day Jason still felt better, he went downstairs and into the kitchen where he found Robbie and Freddie. "Morning" Freddie said to him as he walked in. "Morning" Jason replied, sitting down opposite Freddie and Robbie. "You not eating anything?" Robbie asked, his mouth full of toast. "No, I'm not really hungry" Jason replied, trying to play down the incident.

The truth was, he couldn't eat, it was all too much for him. What he had done yesterday had really helped, but there was now way he could do that every time he got overwhelmed. How was he supposed to carry round a pair of scissors without getting funny looks from people.

"Jase?" Freddie said, breaking Jason from his thoughts. "What?" Jason asked, looking at his brothers. "You alright?" Robbie asked. Jason looked at both of his brothers; their concerned and worried faces, it made him so angry. "I'm fine!" Jason snapped unintentionally. He sighed and stood up from the table, leaving the kitchen and then walking out the front door.

He walked down the street and let his thoughts take over him. Why did his brothers always act like they were walking on thin ice with him? Maybe it's because they were. It annoyed him that treated him as if he was about to break. Jason groaned, why did his life have to be so complicated.

He was trying so hard not to relapse, it was the last thing he could afford to do. He felt his stomach and grumble and stopped to find himself coming up to price slice. He felt the hunger, but then he also felt fat and abnormal. He sighed, getting a little something to eat wouldn't hurt him would it?

Yes it would! No it wouldn't! Jason didn't know, without thinking anymore Jason walked towards price slice and went in. He stood in front of the crisps and sweets aisle, his stomach churning. Should he be doing this? He grabbed a chocolate bar and then he grabbed a bag of crisps and then he grabbed a big bag of sweets.

He took a few other things that didn't cost as much before walking towards the till. He kept his head down as he paid, not wanting to show his disgusting face. Once he'd paid Jason rushed out of the shop and headed towards the park.

Jason sat down on a bench in the park and ate. He didn't realise how hungry he was, and in that moment he wasn't thinking about how he looked or how he felt but then when he finished all of his feelings came rushing back to him.

What had he done? Was he that weak that he couldn't even resist food? He'd just completely defied what he'd set out to do. He thought he was in control but he wasn't, no he was no where near in control. Jason started to breath fast and quick; he was never going to get the perfect body now.

Jason stood up from the bench, walking quickly to try and get home faster. His walk them turned into a run but it disgusted him the way he could feel his stomach move. Nevertheless, Jason ran home knowing that he'd burn more calories by running. He needed relief and for once running wasn't doing it for him.

He sprinted round the corner and he could see his house just further up the street. He ran and turned the corner running up the drive to the front door. He barged through the door, slamming it shut before charging up the stairs.

"Who was that?" Joe asked as he walked into the kitchen via the back door. "Probably just Jason" Freddie said still sounding tired. "Why would Jason slam the front door and then charge upstairs?" Joe sensing that something had happened, or that his brothers had done something to upset him.

"I don't know" Freddie said. Joe looked at Robbie expectantly. "He refused to have something at breakfast, we asked him if he was alright and he snapped at us" Robbie explained. "And then what happened?" Joe asked, knowing that his brothers weren't telling him everything. "Then he ran out the front door and now he's just came back" Freddie said and Joe nodded; satisfied he was finally getting the truth.

"Right then, I'm going to go and speak to Jason and figure out what's going on with him; you two just stay down here and don't cause trouble" Joe said before leaving to go upstairs, except he was stopped by Robbie. "Do you want me to come as well?" Joe shook his head. "No mate, I'll be alright."

Jason barged into his room, locked the door and looked over to his desk trying to find the scissors. They weren't there. "No, no, no" Jason whispered to himself. He quickly unlocked his door and ran into the bathroom. He looked around until he found what he was looking for; a razor blade.

He took the blade and ran back to his room, locking the door again as he went in. He took off his hoodie and rolled up his t-shirt sleeve; he saw yesterday's scar and for reason, Jason didn't quite know why, a smile creep on to his face.

He put the razor blade against his skin, his breathing quickened but he relished the coolness of the blade. He pressed it into his skin and pulled it across his arm, enjoying the relief it gave him. Jason made two more like this so he had 3 fresh cuts altogether.

His breathing slowed as he watched the blood from cuts roll down his forearm. Jason's relief was short lived when he heard someone coming up the stairs; from the footsteps it sounded like Joe. Jason panicked but he tried to stay calm. He put the blade in his pocket, then he grabbed some tissue and tried to stop the bleeding cuts; it only worked on 2 of them.

He could hear Joe getting closer to his bedroom door; Jason jumped out his skin when Joe tried to open the locked door. "Jase, open up mate" he said knocking on the door. "Hold on" Jason said, his voice slightly shaky. He grabbed his hoodie and put it on, praying that the blood wouldn't show through.

He opened the door and Joe walked in. Jason moved back to sit down on the bed, knowing that's where Joe would want them to 'talk'. As suspected Joe walked in and sat down next to Jason.

"You alright, mate?" Joe asked. Jason nodded, too scared to talk in case his shaky voice showed. "Something you wanna talk to me about?" Joe asked, he knew Jason too well and could tell when there was something going on in his head; this was one of times. "No" Jason said simply, hoping Joe would just leave.

"You sure?" Joe asked, knowing now Jason was going to either keep denying that something was wrong or breakdown completely and tell him everything. "No, I'm fine" Jason said, mentally kicking himself for that fact that his voice shook when he said 'fine'.

Joe sighed he was getting nowhere and he knew from experience that if he kept this conversation it would turn into an argument. "Okay" Joe said standing up and walking towards. "If there is something going on, you can talk to us, you know that Jase?" Joe asked and Jason nodded.

"What did he say?" Robbie asked as Joe walked back into the kitchen. "Nothing, he just he was fine but I could tell he wasn't" Joe explained. "So he's hiding something" Robbie said. "Yes Rob, it would seem that way. I need to go to garage, ring me if something happens" Joe instructed and Robbie nodded.

Robbie sighed and walked into the living room, flopping down on the sofa. Something was going on with Jason, it was a twin thing and he could feel it. Robbie had a feeling that Jason could be relapsing, however he was no mind reader. It was moments like this that Robbie wished he was mind reader.

A week later, Jason couldn't believe he'd actually managed to survive. His brothers had definitely noticed that something was up and now the only time he really gets alone is when he's in his room; that's until Robbie walks in. He's got a growing collection of scars, along both his forearms and some on his thighs.

It helped, Jason wasn't going to lie it definitely helped, but he was sure how much longer he could do it. It was like everything situation, Jason just panicked and then his thoughts became cloudy along with his head beginning hurt. He just wanted it to stop, but he couldn't work out how.

"Jase!" Robbie shouted as he started walking up the stairs. Jason froze, he held the blade tight in his hand; Robbie was coming up the stairs. He grabbed the tissue and pressed it against the newest cut he'd just made, then he put it in the bin and shoved the blade in his pocket. He could Robbie reach the top of the stairs.

He pushed his t-shirt sleeve down and this is where Jason realises his mistake; he forgot to lock his bedroom door. Robbie opened the door. "Jase, me and Fred are gonna go..." He stopped when he saw Jason standing there with his hand over his bicep, looking slightly panicked.

"You alright?" Robbie asked, not quite sure what he'd just walked in on. "I'm fine" Jason said, still holding his hand tightly over his arm. "Is your arm alright?" Robbie asked. "It's fine" Jason said, however his lie was quickly uncovered when Robbie spotted the blood.

"Jase, why's there blood?" Robbie asked, slightly nervous. Jason looked down at his arm, Robbie was right, there was in fact blood running down his arm. What was he going to do? He could just tell Robbie and get it all out. He could scream at Robbie and kick him out or he could run away.

"Just get out" Jason said, trying to contain his anger.

"No" Robbie replied. "Jason, why is your arm bleeding?"

"JUST GET OUT!" Jason screamed as he charged towards Robbie and shoved him out of the room, locking the door behind him. "Jase!" Robbie shouted.

"What's going on up there?" Freddie asked as Robbie came into the living room. "Rob, why can I hear screaming in the kitchen?" Joe asked as he walked into the living room to find a shocked Robbie. "It's Jason" Robbie said, swallowing hard. "What about him?" Freddie asked, sitting up from where he was lying on the sofa.

"There was blood" Robbie said; Freddie and Joe both frowned. "Blood where?" Joe asked, slightly alarmed. "On Jason's arm, there was blood" Robbie said, sounding a bit calmer. When Robbie said this Freddie and Joe both sprinted up the stairs.

Jason paced his room, gripping the blade in his hand and tears rolling down his face. What had he done? He'd screwed up massively and now everyone was going to find out. Jason was just glad that Ziggy had spent the night a girl's house and had yet to come home; once less person to expalin to.

He just wanted it all to go away, the thoughts and the feelings. He didn't want to be fat or abnormal, he wanted to be normal. But he wasn't; no part of him was normal. He pressed the blade against his skin and when about to draw it back when he heard someone banging on his door.

"Jase, can you open the door?" Joe asked. "Jase, open up mate" Freddie said. Jason held the blade against his skin, thinking about whether he should draw ir back or not. "Come on Jase, we ain't mad, I promise" Joe said, hoping it would work.

Jason looked down at his other scars; of course they would be mad. "Jase, open the door for us" Freddie said. Jason couldn't move, he knew what was going to happen next; Joe would break the door down. "Jase, I'm gonna break this door down now, stand back" Joe said and within seconds the door broke down.

Joe and Freddie's heart broke at the sight their little brother was in. They both noticed the blade he was holding against arm and the numerous cuts already on his arm. "Jase, just give us the blade" Joe said, hoping Jason would hand it over. "Jason, give the blade to me" Freddie said with a bit more force, he held out his hand.

Jason looked at both his brothers. The concern on their faces and the fear in their eyes. He looked at Freddie and at his hand waiting for the blade. He slowly brought the blade away from his and hesitantly put it in Freddie's waiting hand. Both of the brothers breathe a sigh of relief.

Joe looks at Jason and holds out his arms. Jason walks into his older brother's embrace and cries; that's all he can do. "It's alright, we're gonna get this sorted" Joe said, rubbing Jason's back. Joe looked at Freddie and then down at the blade, he nodded his head towards the door as a signal to get rid of it.

"We're gonna through this alright" Joe said as Jason cried into his shoulder; it was moments like these he realised just how small his youngest brother was. "You're a Roscoe and nothing can get past ya."

Still not entirely happy with this but still, thank you for reading, reviews are appreciated and if you have any prompts I'd love to hear them :)

Next chapter prompted by Anon- Jason slits his wrist