When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Five

{Will's pov}

"Will?" Jordan asked.

Shit shit shit shit

I didn't mean to call him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn't good. 'Nice going dipshit.' I think to myself.

"Um, hi Jordan." I sighed shakily, wiping more tears from my eyes. He sighed as well before speaking again.

"How've you been?" He asked in a quiet voice. I laughed a bit too loud at the question because they're really was no correct answer.

"I'm good." I lied. Jordan scoffed, "Me too. I guess." Something isn't right here.

"Jordan you don't sound okay." I said slowly. Jordan let out a dry, almost forced, laugh.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

I could almost imagine him running his hand through his hair when he spoke.

"What's the matter?" I asked my voice lined with concern.

There was a long pause as if he was trying to decide whether or not he should lie, tell the truth or avoid the question.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He replied. I rolled my eyes.

Avoid the question.

"You are the one that basically dropped off the face of Twitter you know." Jordan continued.

"Yeah but it's because I-" I stopped myself before I said too much.

"So I ask you again, Will. How are you?" He repeated.

"Jordan I," I started, how could I put this?

'Yeah Jordan, funny thing. Because of you and our fight I'm suicidal and you kind of caught me at a low point, can we finish this tomorrow?'

That wasn't going to work.

Instead I panicked, "I gotta go bye." I said in a hurry and hung up. As soon as the call ended I bursted into tears.

I slid down the wall and put my head in my hands.

"I'M SO FUCKING STUPID!" I screamed and threw my phone across the room.

It hit the wall and shattered into a bunch of small pieces.

"Oops." I mumbled. It still worked because I could heard it vibrating. I crawled over to it to see why it was vibrating.

17 texts and 6 missed calls from Jordan.

29 tweet mentions, from fans. Sent by Jordan.

I sighed and smiled a bit. He possibly cared?

"No. Will, he's messing with your mind again." I mumbled, "he's going to break your heart again."

More texts kept flooding in, "I miss you", "Will please.", "talk to me.", "I love you."

My heart stopped at the last message. I shook my head harshly.

"STOP!" I screamed through tears, "STOP IT RIGHT NOW! YOU DON'T LOVE ME BECAUSE IF YOU DID YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT!"

Knowing he couldn't hear me, I screamed anyway. I stood up and punched a hole in my bedroom wall.

He's messing with my mind again. I can't deal with this. I'm not stable enough.

I let out a loud blood curdling scream before dropping to my knees and sobbing into the carpet.

I'm going insane over a guy who already broke my heart once. Where is the logic in that? There's not, really.

With a shaky hand I grabbed my broken phone and unlocked it. I went on Twitter like I do every night to type out another tweet that will never be sent.

Just like I do every single night. I sigh before deciding what I would be tweeting tonight.

It's short and sweet, like a majority of my other drafts. Some have used up all of the allowed characters but this one would only use about eighteen.

Someday I'll release these tweets. Maybe on the day before I die. Or the day I inevitably kill myself.

But before that happens, I have to know what's killing Jordan.

I type out my tweet and throw myself flat down onto my shag carpet. "Fuck." I mumble.

"@Kiinqtonq: @xBayani I'm sorry."