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✨Monsters~Jorbyn✨

Part 2 to "I'm in pain masked by my pride"

Ship(s): jorbyn (Jonah and Corbyn) with a bit of zaniel (Daniel and Zach)

Prompt: the truth is that we all monsters in our heads. Some stronger then others. But Corbyn wants to chase Jonah's monsters away. And he will stand there so brave when they appear

Famous or nah: nah

-Jonah's POV-
(2 months later)

I stood in the middle of Corbyn's room as he was at a chess meeting. Yes Corbyn was the captain. It had been two months since Corbyn found me in the bathroom having a breakdown. He's helped me so much. Him, his family, and his friends. Everyone was so shocked when Corbyn and I walked in together at school the next day.

I had been staying at Jonah's house for a month now. A month after he found me, my dad saw us getting close. He didn't like it, he didn't want to have a gay son. So he gave me the beating of my life. I ended up in the hospital for a week. Corbyn was by my side the whole time. Never wanting to give up on me. His family took me in after Corbyn explainer everything. They treated me as a family member. My dad had been locked away for child abuse. I refuse to go see him in jail. No matter how much letters he sends me to go see him. I haven't heard a word from my own mother.

But I had been hiding something from Corbyn. My depression. He had no clue about it. I felt guilty. But he couldn't know. He didn't have to deal with everything. I could deal with it. On my own.

"You're falling for him. To bad he'll never like you"

"You're such a fag. No wonder your own dad didn't like you. How do you expect Corbyn to like you"

The monsters in my head kept telling me. I had voices in my head, making me want to end my life. But I couldn't. I couldn't do that to Corbyn. But it was true. I was falling for Corbyn...hard. And fast. I couldn't control it.

I pulled at my hair as the voices got louder. I was home alone. Corbyn's parents at work, his brother with his girlfriend, and his sister at cheer practice.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I yelled, hitting the sides of my head repeatedly. I wanted them to quit.

"Admit it. You're just some charity case to Corbyn and his family"

"You're so ugly and fat. No one will ever like you"

Tears ran down my cheeks as the voices spoke the truth. I was fucked up in so many ways. No one would ever like me. Heck, I don't even like myself.

"Just end your life now. No one would miss you or even cry about you"

"You'd be doing everyone a huge favor"

The voices tempted me. I should end it. I should end my misery and pain.

I took out my pocket knife that I had with me at all times. I rolled up my sleeve. I placed the knife on my skin. The scars were slowly fading away as I hadn't cut in two months.

"Come on, do it!"

"Don't be a pussy"

The voices pressured me. Just one time. It wouldn't do much.

But then Corbyn's voice echoed in my head. "Don't do this to yourself Jonah. Sometimes the things we do to numb the pain just create more pain. Promise me you won't cut again. And if you feel the need to, call me." I didnt promise him I would never cut again. I promised Corbyn to call him whenever I felt like I needed to cut. But he was busy. He couldn't just drop everything for me. He had his own life. It wasn't his responsibility to take care of a broken guy.