Jake Webber X Johnnie Guilbert Smut And Fluff

SelfGore(fluff?)

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This is a vent chapter disguised as a Jake X Johnnie fluff

This chapter may cause relapse.

Please read at your own risk.

Please.

Quick note🖤
I didn't do this but it's like intrusive thoughts on 'paper'
Basically describing something I've gone through.
So please everyone reading.
Know that I love you.
And you matter.
You are perfect.
I don't have to know you personally to know your gonna do great things in life.
You are deserving of love
Self harm is an addiction.
And I understand it's hard to stay clean.
But for those struggling with it.
I believe in you.
You can do it.
I'll be here cheering you on.
You are loved.
Regardless if you think you arnt.
You are.
By me.
I love you.

I've been Sh clean since January 27th 2024
It may not look like an accomplishment for you but it is for me.

If I can do it, so can you.
Stay clean🖤 I love you.
-Kall

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Johnnies Pov:

Im laying in bed.
It's 9:43pm
I'm on my phone mindlessly scrolling.
I didn't really notice till today that it's been like this forever.
On repeat.
Constantly I'm in bed.
I never leave unless it's to record or eat or use the bathroom.

I sigh deeply.

I set my phone down and sit up on the edge of my bed.

I look around my room.

Nothing is new.

Piles of clothing.

Empty bottles of soda.

Trash.

Papers.

Just a mess.

I promised myself that this year I wasn't going to fall into a deep depression.

Here we are.

So depressed I feel nothing.

Nothing but true misery.

I take another deep breath and stand up.

I walk to my dressed and stand for a moment.

'Do I really want to this?'
I think to myself.

I've been clean..
I don't want to do this again.

But it would be worth it.

To feel the adrenaline.

The rush.

The blood.

I open my top dresser drawer and pull out a yellow pocket knife.

I pause again.

'What are you doing'
I think to myself

My mind arguing with itself

'Do it'
'No'
'Come on'
'No don't'
'Fucking do it'
'No that's dumb'

I'm broken from my thoughts.

Eyes glossy.

I look at the knife.
It was open.
The top of my right arm full of cuts.

Blood.

I looked at it for a moment.

Admiring the way the blood slowly dobbled up on my arm.

The heat.