#6 - How Do I Say It?

Warning: suicide attempt, blood mention

Jake tapped his pen nervously against his desk, keeping his eyes on the elevator doors. Whenever they opened, his eyes became alit and he straightened up. People would then exit and when he couldn't see the person he was looking for, he'd sag back in his seat and keep tapping. Across from him, Amy raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Have you noticed (Y/N) hasn't been coming in very much lately?" He answered with a question.

"Yeah I have, she's been a lot quieter too." Amy hummed in thought. "Why're you asking?"

"I'm worried about her." Jake admitted. Amy leant back slightly, surprised by the strong sentiment in his voice. She let out an 'aw' and grinned at him.

"You totally lover her." Amy sang.

Jake blushed. "Whaaat?" He drew out, his voice rising in pitch and he scoffed. "I'm just worried, that's all, all boyfriends get worried, right? Yeah, they do." Jake answered his own question and scoffed at Amy who only had to stare blankly at him to get him to admit it, "Okay, fine. I do but I haven't said it yet and I don't know how. How? How do I say it?"

Amy shrugged. "You've just got to tell 'em when the time's right."

Jake sat in thought for a moment and began tapping his pen against the desk again, much to Amy's frustration. He the dropped the pen and stood, putting his jacket on. Amy straightened nervously. "Uh, what're you doing?" She questioned with wide eyes as he grabbed his bag.

He took a deep breath before replying, "I'm gonna go tell (Y/N) I love her." He then turned and made his way over to the elevator.

"W-What?" Amy stuttered. "Jake you can't just-"

"Cover for me, Ames!"

...

Jake nervously stood outside of your apartment, bouncing on the heels of his feet. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself. "Come on, Jake, you can do it." He muttered, rolling his shoulders. "It's just three words." And so he knocked.

He waited patiently, his brows furrowing when after a few minutes you didn't show up. Jake knocked again, pressing his ear against the wooden door. His heart pounded heavily in his chest when he heard your sobs.

He knocked again, firmly. "(Y/N)!? (Y/N), what's wrong? Open the door." When you didn't, he became even more frantic. He turned the doorknob only to realise it was locked. He tugged and pushed it, trying to get it to budge.

Hearing another door inside your apartment slam only set him further on edge. He paced outside the door for a moment, his mind frantically rushing through thoughts and scenarios. Jake could barely comprehend what was happening as he began to ram at the door, driving his shoulder into the wood until it finally gave way.

He ran into the apartment and searched for you. His movements quick and panicked until he heard rustling coming from the bathroom. Jake hurried over and banged on the door. "(Y/N)!?"

He threw his shoulder into that one as well, until it snapped open, revealing you kneeling on the ground. Your head in your hands as you sobbed.

"No." Jake whispered. He saw the blood trailing down your arm and quickly sprung forward, grabbing the nearest thing he could, which was a face washer and pressed it firmly against the cut that ran vertically down your arm. With shaking breath and trembling hands, he fished his phone for his pocket, keeping the other on the small towel.

"911 what's your emergency?" A woman questioned from the other end of the line.

"M-My part-" He cut himself off, his voice breaking. He took a deep breath. "We need an ambulance, now. Right now." Jake breathed and after telling her what was happening and your address, he hung up, scooping you into his arms.

"I'm sorry." You sobbed into his shoulder and he shook his head, burying his face into your hair. All Jake could do was whimper slightly in reply, a tear trailing down his cheek. "I-I just - I couldn't." You tried to say more, but nothing more could come out.

"I love you..." Jake breathed. "I love you. That's why I came over. To tell you that."

You took a deep breath and you knew. You knew you wouldn't be able to get better instantly, of course. But with Jake's support you could. And you also knew that you loved him with ever part of your being.

"I love you, too."

A/N:

Yikes this one's terrible. I just wanted to say sorry if this somehow offended any one, I tried not to make it seem like I'm  romanticising self-harm/suicide, please let me know if it came across that way and I'll remove it.

x Clara