Before I Forget.

t h r e e

[jordison]

    I was in the back of the bus tuning my guitar when I heard Wednesday call for me. I had just read Coreys letter and was wondering what he meant about "the surprise." I rolled my eyes at Wednesday and got up off the bed. I walked out to Acey and him, he was holding out his phone in my direction and mumbled something about how it was for me. "Jojo! I miss youuuuu" Sid slurred through the phone as soon as I put it to my ear"Sid are you drunk at 1 in the afternoon?" I scolded the DJ. Being the youngest member of Slipknot, we looked at Sid as a little brother who needed to be supervised at all times.
    "Pfffft, noo." Sid said unconvincingly. I shook my head at him, laughing at his stupid antics. I heard Mick in the background yelling at Sid, who whispered that he was in trouble and had to go. The line went dead and I looked down at Wednesday's phone to see that Sid had hung up. "Nice convo." I said to myself and handed the phone back to Wednesday, "Why did he call you and not me?" I asked. Wednesday just shrugged and I went to the back of the bus again, throwing myself down on one of the bunks.
    I had been away for about 4 months and was so goddamn homesick, I wanted to be home in Des Moines with the guys. Sure I loved being on tour with the Murderdolls but those in guys Iowa where my family. I missed my drum set, even though the kit I had now was old as balls and practically falling apart. I made a mental note to get a new one once I got back.
    My eyelids felt heavy, I hadn't gotten a goods night sleep in weeks. The nightmares had begun to creep their way back into my mind. I hated them, they made me feel so weak. No one knew that they had came back thankfully, the dolls weren't as observant as the knot guys. I tried to fight the urge to close my eyes knowing all it would bring was terror but I was so tired. My eyes shut and I drifted off into a black sleep.
    Screams, that's all I could hear. The shrill screams of my mom begging my father to stop. I grabbed one of his arms trying to pull him off of her and he quickly swung around and punched me in the jaw. "Don't touch him!" My mom yelled at my father, tears staining her cheeks. I wanted his attention on me and not her. I'd rather my face be bloody and bruised than my moms. My dad wrapped his hand around my throat and slammed me up against the wall. "You think your tough boy?" My feet could barely touch the ground, I couldn't breath. "N- no, but at least I don't get d- drunk and beat my wife." His eyes were laced with anger as I saw him rise his fist. My mother screamed again and everything went black.
    I shot up from my sleep with hands on my shoulders and quickly realized it was Eric. "You were having a nightmare man. Are you good?" I nodded and laid back down, Eric didn't look convinced so I told him I was fine and shooed him out. After a scrambling around the sheets for a second I finally found my phone and tapped on a contact. I needed to talk to someone. I needed Corey.