Linkin Undead (Hollywood Undead FanFic)

Mistakes are made.

~Jorel~

I watched as the blood trickle down my arm. The pain was severe, but it felt so good at the same time. It made my legs shake on how amazing the feel was. The blood slowly dripped off and into the white sink. I closed my eyes, only to make it worse, to have the memories flood into my mind.

"Kiss or dis.. Lindsey Lohan." My brother asked, yawning, waiting for my answer.

It was easy. The answer quickly fell out of my mouth, "Dis, totally dis."

"That was quick." He smirked, tipping back into his chair. We were alone in the house, sitting at the dining room table.

I waited for him to speedily jump off his chair before it hit the ground with a thud. The chair rocked back and forth with my brother on it, while he gripped the table for balance.

"Kiss or dis Jordon?" I chuckle.

"Dis. I'd f*cking kill that fag instead." My brother grinned, making me burst out in laughter.

We loved Jordon, we loved making fun of him, we loved hanging out with him. George, Jordon and I were peas in a pod after preschool. It was hard to even separate us for an hour.

"You love him, I know you do." I giggled, making him laugh.

I opened my eyes, only to see myself staring back in the mirror. I decided to dye my hair black just because it fit my hair cut. My wrists stung from the cuts, making my heart rate go through the roof. My breathing was quick. It's understood that deep down it f*cks me up but feels so good.

I lied to Tian. I told her that I was going to drive around, possibly take a main and head back home. She was probably on her way over now. None of the guys wanted me to be left alone after what happened last time. Tian told everyone except for all of our parents. All of my friends new that I cut myself for the first time, that I was a sensitive soul and needed.. Help.

Rapidly, I turned the sink on as I washed my wrists off. It hardly stung, since they were fresh wounds. I took a deep breath, then shakily felt through the medicine cabinet for bandages. Soon I took as many band-aids as I could and covered my cuts. I took the razor, washed it off, and placed it into the cabinet with the others.

I yanked my sleeves down to cover my arms, and walked out of the bathroom as if nothing happened. It would be easy to tell her on what happened. All I had to do is say that it was from the last time I cut. I didn't want to look at them.

Simple.

A knock came from the door, and I instantly opened it. Tian stood there, throwing her lanyard she had for her car keys over her head. She greeted me with her bright beautiful smile, then walked in.

"How's it going?" She asked sweetly, taking a seat on a couch, acting like she owned the place.

"It's... Okay. It could be better."

Tian looked at me, waiting for something else. What the hell was she waiting for? She knew I was depressed. Why the f*ck was she asking how I was subs she knew how I feel? Did she think I was going to ask how she was doing? I just stared back at her, sighing.

"How are you?"

"I'm alright."

"Nothing new?" I ask quietly.

"Not exactly."

A pain rippled through my arm, causing me to grasp at it. I felt the need to pull up my sleeves and see how everything was, but I couldn't in front of her. I wouldn't know how she would take it.

Tian sat on the edge of the couch, looking at me with fright. "Could you pull up your sleeves?"

"No." I snap instantly, slightly making her flinch.

"Jorel, plea--"

"No!"

"Now I'm getting suspicious! Have you been cutting again J?!"

"I told you I wouldn't ever again! So, please, let me keep them down. I don't want to look at them." I raise my voice, standing up and walking out of the house.

I was done with life. Done with everything. Done with the friends I had, finished with school, parents, and being depressed. Why wouldn't God just let me die? Why wouldn't he accept the fact that I'd be better off dead?

"J! Don't leave, come back." Tian jogged down the steps, I instantly cut though the grass, making my way down the side walk. Tian's cold hand touched my arm, making me spin around in her face.

"It's either you leave, or I leave." I seethed.

Tian's eyes started to flood with tears, and one fell down her face swiftly. I pulled away, thinking about what just happened.

"I'm just trying to help." She sniffled, and instantly made her way to her car.

"Tian," I call soothingly, "Tian, please don't go.."

She ignored me, so I started to walk over to her car as she got into the driver's side. Tian slammed the door shut, put the keys into the ignition. I walked over to the passenger side window, seeing if she would roll the window down.

"Tian, please.." I plead, taking a deep breath.

Tian shook her head, and drove off.