I Remember When I Lost My Mind (Kiani)

Fourteen

Jordan kicked and screamed all the way to the car. "LET ME GO!" He would yell, "WILL PLEASE!" Finally a cop got enough of it and slapped him across the face.

Jordan's head flew to the side and a hand print was noticeable on his cheek. He didn't shed a tear, pain doesn't affect him anymore.

The car ride to his parents' house was silent besides the talk on the AM radio. When they arrived Jordan let himself out.

"See you soon!" He mumbled. The cop raised an eyebrow.

"What?" He questioned.

"I'll be dead in a few days. Either by my parents or suicide." He spat and walked up the porch steps.

The cop rolled his eyes and got in his car. Jordan watched as he drove away before opening the door.

When he got inside he didn't say a word. He kept his head down and walked upstairs. His room was empty except for his computer and a few trinkets.

He couldn't even record without his mic! Jordan threw himself on to his bed and shoved his face into a pillow.

Jordan let out the most blood cuddling scream anyone's ever heard. Except, no one heard it. It was around four in the afternoon so his dad wouldn't be home for another hour or so.

His mom on the other hand was probably high or drunk off her ass in the room next door.

Who knows, she probably even has another man in there. He sighed and rolled onto his back.

He began to look around his room. Tye dye walls, white ceiling, a few wall hangings and little statues.

He particularly liked his mediating cat statue he got when he was younger from his grandma.

She had always told him, "Staying calm is the only way to move mountains. If you get angry you'll never move anything."

He smiled for a minute, he missed his grandma. She was the only one who didn't enjoy causing him pain.

She was always there for him and he missed her. Why couldn't one of his parents have died instead?

It wasn't fair. Why should the only one who made him happy, before Will, die? In comparison to the two main people who made him want to die himself.

Jordan realised he was still in Will's hoodie and smiled. He also realised it had been two days since his last cut.

He chuckled, that was about to change. He got up and walked to his bathroom. When he found his razors he sighed, he really shouldn't in Will's hoodie.

After shrugging off the hoodie, he began to make quite large lines across his wrist. With every slice he flinched and took a deep breath. Preparing for the next one.

When he was satisfied he put his razor back and cleaned up his arm. Once it was securely wrapped in an ace bandage he pulled the hoodie back on.

Just as he walked back into his room, the door broke open. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" His father demanded.

Before Jordan could answer, the wind was knocked out of him. With a swift punch to the stomach, Jordan doubled over and fell to the ground.

As his father's foot continued making contact with his ribs, he coughed up blood on to the off white carpet.

The new blood stains merging with older ones. Jordan squeezed his eyes shut and silently begged for this to be over.

His body was numb by the time he was finished. He couldn't move a muscle and he was sure he had at least four broken ribs.

Once he regained enough strength to stand, he leaned against the bed to hoist himself up.

He kept a hand clutching his stomach and cursed with every step he took towards his window.

Jordan opened his window, grabbed his cat statue and sat with his leg dangling.

Before making the jump out the window he looked at the statue and smiled.

"Don't worry, Will. I'm on my way." He said harshly through gritted teeth.

Then, he jumped.