WARNING⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ this one shot will have

.cutting
.suicide attempt

Read at own risk!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Evan's POV;

"I got no excuses" I said softly as I sat on the couch itching my leg. Jon looked at me with tears in his eyes, he dropped to his knees to my level and took my hands. "Evan, please stop this. You know it's killing you, you've been drinking, doing toxic drugs that can kill you. Please stop, we will help you get over this" He said as he voice shook slightly. I looked over his shoulder and saw Marcel and Tyler putting my alcohol into a box. I stood up fast, "You can't touch that! It's not yours!" I pushed Jon out of the way and grabbed a bottle of vodka from Tyler and hugged it.

Marcel and Tyler stared at me in shock. "Is this, drug more important to you then your life Evan?!" Tyler said as he grabbed the bottle from me. I tried to pull it back, "it listens more then you guys do!" I yelled. Tyler stared at me for a solid minute before he lifted his arm and slammed the bottle onto the ground. "It's not here to listen anymore, we are here. We will always be here Evan!" Marcel said as he grabbed my shoulder. I pulled my shoulder away and teared up as I walked towards my staircase.

"Evan.. please talk to us" Jon said I heard him follow me up the stairs. I quickly walked to my room and slammed the door in his face. I teared up as I locked the door. I closed my eyes as I slid down the back of the door and hugged my knees. I heard Jon sit against the door, I opened my eyes as I stared at my tv on the wall.

I stood up slowly and walked over to my desk, I looked at my drawers and opened them fast. I started digging through the drawers until I found it. I pulled out my red box cutter, I sniffled softly as I pushed the blade up. "I'm sorry I'm not sober anymore" I whispered as I walked towards my bathroom. I heard Jon mumble something behind the door then shake the door knob.

I sat in my bathtub slowly and stared at the white walls, "sometimes I just want to cave" I said as I looked at the blade. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sat it up to record. I took a deep breath as I hid the blade and put on a fake smile. "Hey guys... I just want to apologize in advance, I love you guys. I really do, it's just" I broke down into tears. "Mama I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore, and dad please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor. To the ones who never left me we've been down this road before, I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore" I wiped my tears slowly. "And I'm sorry for the fans I lost, who fall again I wanna be your role model... but I'm only human" I looked at the camera slowly. "Thanks for everything" I said softly as I reached up and turned off the camera. I went to YouTube and uploaded it.

I took a deep breath as I looked at the blade. "I can't ruin their lives more by not bettering myself" I slowly put the blade to my wrist as I applied pressure. I looked at the ceiling slowly as I quickly swiped the blade across. I winched a bit, I felt the warmth of my blood run down my arm and drip on my thigh, in second my pants were soaked.

"I'm sorry I'm not sober anymore" I said slowly.

Jonathan's POV;

I quickly kicked open his door, Tyler and Marcel followed me quickly into his room. "Evan!?" I shouted as I teared up more, I looked around and felt my phone buzz. I looked at it and saw he uploaded a video called "I'm so sorry". I started to panic, I quickly looked at his bathroom. "No no no no" I started to cry as I ran over, I looked in and eyes were wide. I looked around in horror as I saw blood on his walls. "I'm sorry I'm not sober anymore" was written in blood above his head.

Tyler walked in and sobbed, I shook my head as I ran over to him. "Come on Evan, it's going to be okay" I said as I tried to pick him up. Marcel walked over and helped me pull him out. Marcel quickly put his hand above his head and called 911. Evan was unconscious, he had a faint heart beat. I put pressure against his wound and cried. "You're not lonely, Evan" I cried as I rocked back and forth. I slowly put his head in my lap, I closed my eyes and started whispering the time we met to him. I continued to keep pressure on his wound as I rocked. I told him stories, I told him everything fun around everything our group as done.

I heard the paramedics walk into the bathroom and set their bags on the floor. "We need to do our job so your friend lives sir" a girl said as he gently touched my shoulder. I looked at her in tears, "please help him, he can't leave us.. he can't leave me" I looked at him and slowly let go when she took my position and held his wound. I backed up and stood and saw his blood all over me. "He'll be okay Jon, don't worry" Tyler said as he hugged me. He didn't care I was covered in his blood, Marcel joined in on the hug. "When he's better I'm not leaving him alone" I said slowly as I looked around his room.

Evan's POV;

"Remember when we met? How I messaged you because I was a fan? I was more than a fan, I fell for you Evan. When you said we could play I was so excited, the more time we played the more I found reasons to like you" Jon cried as I felt him hold me. I drifted in and out of consciousness. "I love you Evan, I really do and I can't let you leave me" Jon said.

I slowly opened my eyes, I looked around the room. To the right was Marcel, he was asleep with his head resting against the window. I looked to his right and saw Tyler playing with Craig's hair, he was staring.. admiring him. I looked at the foot of my bed and saw Brock and Brian. Brock was holding Brian in his lap, both fast asleep. To their right I saw David, he was playing on his switch with his headphones in. I turned my head to the left slowly and saw Jonathan, he had his head on my bed as he rested his right hand on my thigh. I sniffled slowly as I put my hand on Jon's, Jon shifted a bit and held my hand.

"Guys, Evan's awake" David said slowly as he looked up and took his headphones off. One by one I saw the guys wake up, I looked around then looked back at Jon. He was tired from what his eyes, he looked exhausted. Like he hasn't slept in days, "He hasn't slept since you came here" Tyler said as he looked at Jon. "How long has it been?" I asked as I watched Jon sleep. "3 days, you lost a lot of blood. Lucky Jon was a match to your blood type. He donated right from his arm for you. He was worried he lost you" Craig said as he sat up and walked over.

"He loves you a lot, when the doctor came in he would answer the questions. Your parents will be here in a few days" Tyler cut in. "When you were laying in the tub... he pulled you out, he held you until the paramedics showed up. He was sobbing as he held you, he wouldn't let anyone else touch you" Marcel said as he stood up and walked over and slowly touched my shoulder.

"He doesn't want to leave you alone anymore, he wants you to consider staying with him" He continued as he watched him. I looked at Jon and smiled as I thought of our future, us playing games, having fun, and being together. I slowly nodded, "I'll do it" I said slowly. "I'm glad you are, we are very worried about you" Brock said slowly. "We want you to be the old you, the one who didn't drink or do drugs" Brian said as he teared up. "I miss you a lot" he continued. "Stay sober please" they all said. Jon was still asleep.

"I will, for you guys. For him" I stared at Jon and smiled big.