Help Unwanted (1/?)
Title: Help Unwanted
Author: alltimelow09876
Pairing: Merrikat
POV: Jack
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these lovely boys.
this is all fake blah blah blah you know the drill
It's really early in the morning, about one o'clock maybe one thirty. Everyone went to bed about an hour ago, but for some reason I'm just not tired. So here I am laying in my bunk all warm and cozy, untill I hear a weird noise coming from the bunk under mine. It isn't a moan I know that, but I don't know what it is. I hear it again, it's such a pitiful sound. Like a puppy would make if you had kicked it. Now I'm getting worried, because now he's crying too. I want so bad to get out of bed and comfort him, but I'm afraid he'll get mad at me if I do. I know he likes to keep his emotions to himself. I decide I'm being stupid, so i pull off my covers and quietly get out of my bunk and kneels down infornt of Zack's. I push back the curtain and peek my head inside. My stomach drops at what's inside. I see Zack curled up facing the wall clawing at his arms crying. I want to cry, I have no idea why Zack is so upset and I can't stand to see him hurting himself like this.
"...Zack.." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"..J-Jack! No ! Get out please!!" Zack begged
"Zack..w-why?" I asked climbing into his bunk and pulling the curtian closed again.
Zack is just looking at me. He isn't mad, he looks kind of relieved actually. Suddenly he startrs going at his arms again, but harder this time, like he intends of drawing blood. I grab his hand and he starts thrashing around begging for me to let go. After a few minutes of struggling he finally gives up, curling into my chest sobbing. I really don't know what to do or say, so I don't say anything. I just start rubbing small circles on his back. his sobbs are starting to quiet, his breathing is evening out and in a few mintues he's sleeping. I'm not exactly sure if what I should do now. I really don't want to leave him alone, but I also don't know if he'll want me here when he wakes up. I need to maek a choice, because I'm getting tired and one way or another I'm going to bed soon, weather it be in my own bed or cuddled up with Zack. I like the latter option but I decide it's probably not a good idea so I shift a little to get out of the bunk and Zack whimpers clutching my chest. I guess my choice is made for me. I'm staying with Zack tonight. So I snuggle Zack a little closer to me and close my eyes.