Behind The Mask • Masky x Jeff (EDITING)

Chapter 7

¤ Warning. This chapter may be triggering. So, I warned you. ¤

(Masky's P.O.V.)

I hooked the window sill with my fingertips, and hoisted myself up. Holding on with one hand, I lifted up the window with the other. I quietly climbed into his room. He didn't seem to notice me. I lightly walked over to him. "Hoodie?" I said softly. He jumped, and let out a cry of pain. He was sitting with his back facing me. Hearing that loud cry, I quickly turned him around. I gasped. His left sleeve was rolled up and he had long rows of bleeding cuts and a razorblade stuck in his wrist. [A/N Sad. I know. And I warned you about it being triggering, so don't kill me]

Tears welled up in my eyes. I stared at him for a moment when he fell over, unconscious. "Hoodie?!" I squeaked, and picked him up. I unlocked the door and ran out. "Guys! I need your help!" I yelled downstairs, and rushed Hoodie into the bathroom. Jeff was the first one to make it to the door. "Shit, man." He said, shocked. Everyone else crowded around Jeff, except Sally. She didn't want to watch. I gently pulled the blade out of Hoodie's wrist and handed it to Jeff, while Jane cleaned his arm. Ben had taken Sally downstairs to help her forget what she had just seen, obviously he wasn't mad anymore. Jane helped me bandage Hoodie's wrist and arm, while Jack and Jeff were searching his room for anything else he could hurt himself with.

I thanked Jane and picked Hoodie back up. I took him into his roon and laid him down on his bed. Jack had found two knives and a glass shard, while Jeff found three more razorblades. They went downstairs to throw them away. I sat on my knees beside the bed, and gently held Hoodie's hand. 'Why Hoodie? Why?' I thought. I sighed and got up. Jeff stopped at the doorway. "Do you think he'll be okay?" He asked. "I-I hope so." I stuttered. I left his room and headed into my own. I flopped down on my bed and sighed. Poor Hoodie.

I wiggled my way under the blankets and lay there, staring at the ceiling. I must've been laying here for at least an hour. Then, my door slowly squeaked open, and Jeff came in. He gently closed the door and climbed into my bed. He faced me. "Hi." He said, quietly. I rolled over to face him. "Hello." I replied. "Um. Are you okay after that whole Hoodie incident?" He asked kindly. "Yeah." I said quietly, but I was lying. He sat there for a moment. "Masky..." He started. "No!" I wailed and started crying. He gently wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I cried into his chest, but slowly calmed down. He rubbed my back and whispered, "Go to sleep."