"Brook?" Caroline's voice broke the tension silence in the room, making Brooklyn curl down even more on his sheets, not wanting to have this convo, not yet.

"Please, Answer me. Tell me what happened? Are you-ou l-like, okay?" She stuttered, already feeling anxious and worried about the small blonde. who for fact: wanted the attention from her, wanted to feel loved — but he refused to admit it, even to himself.

Brooklyn felt his bed dipping slightly behind him as a hand started slowly to stroke his hair in a soft, yet loving way — and that was definitely it for Brooklyn, he couldn't help it anymore but breakdown, literally.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm here it's okay." Caroline said soothingly as she rubbed Brooklyn's arm, in an attempt to calm him down.

"can't-can't  t-take this anymore. nobody loves me, even my own moth-mother. I tried to be strong — to not give a damn. But it's j-just so fucking hard. It's like, there's no reason for me to stay here, and I don't deserve to be here, I don't deserve any of this — yet I get all the hate and all the bad looks and get called names. People scoff at me, tell me to shut up, no one, like literally; no one loves me, and no one will. It's just that I give up, on everything, completely. And I don't EVEN KNOW why I'm opening up to you, why I'm telling you this — I'm such a messed up person. Why am I even still alive when I deserve to die."

Brooklyn was now a crying mess, he was so weak, so vulnerable. He felt Caroline hugging him, tight, as if it's the end of the world and he's the only thing that's keeping them alive. he also felt a wet tear on his t-shirt, in which he assumed she's crying too, because of his words, and that made him feel: worse.

"You know whats worse?" He sobbed, curling more further into his sheets with her holding him so tight, so lovingly.

"Yeah?"

"I've never even got any friends. No one was ever there for me, and no one will."

She looked up seeing that he shifted on the bed to face her.

"You'll always have me, Brook.”

“Yeah of course sure,” he rolled his eyes with sarcasm. “Brooklyn!” “ I know Caroline, I know you’re lying okay? It’s just no one has ever cared about me before and no one will, this is how it should be. I should be alone, I have to,”

Brooklyn was an actual mess right now, clutching into the sheets of the bed full on sobs, tears like a waterfall, and his throat tightened not allowing the air to go throw.

And then it hit him, it’s only a few seconds before midnight...

Brooklyn gathered all the energy on him as fast as possible together and ran to the bathroom, locking the door afterwards.

And everything started right after; his skin started to fade into a dark shade of red, a dirty shade. His eyes had tears on them still — but now it’s a bloody tears, an actual blood instead of water.

His head, it actually hurt him like there were a knife dipping into it and splitting it onto two halves, and he couldn’t help it but scream, clutching tight into his hair as he slid to the ground, crying hardly and screaming.

On the other side of the door were Caroline; scared as ever as she heard screams, the only thing on her mind was: Brooklyn is committing self-harming.

She rushed to the door, pounding on it hardly in an attempt to break it down somehow — yet it didn’t even move. She screamed his name and cried telling him too much things.

After a minute or so Caroline apparently gave up on the ‘breaking the door’ idea and ran to the door of the room. She screamed for the security after she opened the door, and they came in rush to her surprised by how so much of a mess she was.

“TELL BROOKLYN’S DOCTOR TO COME! HE’S COMMITTING SELF HARM!!”