Sturniolo Triplets One Shots

Matt - Mental Health Downfall

In a city where shadows lingered longer than daylight, Matt Sturniolo found himself entangled in the grip of a relentless darkness. The weight of his own mind became an anchor, pulling him deeper into a sea of despair.

Night after night, Matt wrestled with his thoughts, finding solace only in the tears that silently carved their path down his cheeks. Each drop seemed to carry the weight of his unspoken pain, echoing through the quiet corridors of his mind.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Matt's mood swung like a pendulum, caught between the highs and lows of a turbulent emotional storm. His older triplet brother, Nick, and younger triplet brother, Chris, noticed the change in him, exchanging concerned glances as they gathered in the dimly lit living room.

Nick, the protective elder sibling, approached Matt cautiously. "Hey, Matt. Something's not right. You've been distant lately. What's going on?"

Matt, lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts, looked up with hollow eyes. "I don't know, Nick. Everything just feels... heavy."

Chris, the more empathetic of the two, chimed in. "We're here for you, Matt. You can talk to us. Don't keep it all inside."

Matt, caught between the desire to open up and the fear of burdening his brothers, hesitated. "It's just... the darkness, you know? It's suffocating."

As the days unfolded, Matt's mood swings intensified, swinging from moments of fragile hope to the depths of despair. His nights became a symphony of sobs, an orchestra of pain that echoed through the walls of their shared home.

One night, the brothers found themselves ensnared in a heated argument, the tension palpable in the air. "You can't keep shutting us out, Matt!" Nick exclaimed, frustration etched on his face.

Matt, feeling the weight of their concern, snapped, "I don't need your help! I can handle this on my own!"

Yet, as the argument reached its crescendo, an unexpected moment of clarity pierced through Matt's defenses. "Maybe... maybe I do need help," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Nick and Chris exchanged glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. Together, they embarked on a journey to support Matt, breaking through the barriers he had erected around his tormented soul.

One fateful night, the house plunged into an eerie silence, broken only by the muffled sounds of Matt's anguish. Nick and Chris, sensing something amiss, rushed to his aid. Opening the bathroom door, they discovered Matt unconscious on the cold floor.

Fear gripped Nick's heart as he knelt beside his fallen brother. "Matt! Wake up!"

Chris, quick-thinking, noticed the glint of an eyebrow razor nearby. He swiftly removed it, preventing any further harm. "We've got to get him up. He needs help."

Together, they supported Matt, lifting him from the darkness that had nearly consumed him. The journey to mend Matt's fractured soul had only just begun, but with the unwavering support of his brothers, there was a glimmer of hope in the otherwise dark narrative of his mental health.