Hello, Goodbye

Tʜᴇ Hᴇʟʟғɪʀᴇ Cʟᴜʙ

Chapter Two

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Lightning had struck, and the surrounding area was dark. As the lightning had struck, the sky flashed a bright red, and a shadowy figure as big as a 6 story building, was very visible in the distance. He had taken deep breaths, sweat ran down his face and neck.

He turned around, hearing a clock chime. It was a grandfather clock, except this one sounded.. off. The chimes became more and more distorted each time the pendulum had been struck. Four times, the clock had chimed exactly four times. He walked toward it, keeping a steady pace and trying to calm himself down.

He reached the grandfather clock and as it struck again, this time it had given him an excruciating headache. His hands shot over his ears and he screamed in pain, his nose had begun to bleed too. He fell to his knees, becoming weaker and weaker by the second.

One second, he began to scream, he couldn't help it. Then the next, he had been lifted into the air. As one of his bones snapped way out of place, he screamed for the last time.

(...)

Jordan shot upward out of his bed, breathing very heavily, cold sweat running down his forehead. His arms shook as he positioned himself sitting on the side of the bed. He looked down at his knees and focused on his breathing. "In.... a-and out.."

His breathing had began to smoothen out, and he let out a big sigh through his burning lips. He wiped his face with his sleeve and stood up. He made his way downstairs slowly, and checked his watch to see that it was 2AM. Once he had reached the bottom of the steps, he began to the kitchen and got himself a cold glass of water.

He chugged it down in a few seconds to say the least, and set the glass down carefully. His head fell into his sweaty hands, and he rubbed his temples to try and stop the excruciating head pain.

"Jesus fucking christ..." he cursed to himself. He took his head out of his hands and rummaged around the kitchen for the pain medication. In the hurry, he had knocked over the glass from a bit ago and it shattered all over the floor.

"Shit..!" He kneeled down and began cleaning the mess up, carefully grabbing each tiny shard to make sure nobody stepped on one. Another sigh escaped his lips and he got all the small pieces cleaned up.

As he began to clean up the bigger shards, his brother had walked into the kitchen and looked at Jordan, but of course Jordan hadn't noticed. Nick rubbed his eyes open and yawned, curious to the reason why Jordan was up this late, let alone kneeling on the kitchen floor.

"Jordan what the hell are you doing?" Nick said unannounced, Jordan jumped and slammed his right hand down onto a piece of glass. "Ouch..! God FUCKING damnit!" He quickly raised his hand back up and held his wrist. His hand had shook slightly and tears welled up in Jordan's eyes.

Nick came over and helped him up, away from the glass on the floor and over to the sink. Nick sighed and warned Jordan, "this is gonna hurt like a sunova'bitch, so cover your mouth." Jordan did as he was told, and Nick gently grabbed the glass shard lodged in his hand, he pulled it out as carefully as he could.

Jordan cussed into his hand and a tear fell down his face. He took his hand off his mouth and balled it into a fist, slamming it down onto the counter. He groaned, thenlet out a sharp breath. Nick put the glass to the side and ran lukewarm water over the wound.

Jordan once again, put his head in his one hand as his older brother had tended to his cut. So much had happened all at once it was frustrating for Jordan. First the nightmare, then the headache, now this.

While Nick wrapped up his younger brother's hand, he asked, "why are you up at 2 in the morning? You know you have school tomorrow Jordo." He sat through a couple minutes of getting scolded by his brother about being more careful and that stuff.