When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Four

{Jordan's pov}

I sat on the floor of the bathroom sobbing. My blade in my left hand and my phone in my right.

I lifted up my shirt to look at the rows of cuts and my almost exposed rib cage. I'm so skinny that it looks like my ribs are about to bust through my torso.

I'm honestly disgusted with myself.

Without Will I'm not me anymore. I'm just a hollow shell of the old me. Jordan isn't here anymore.

The more I stared at my faults, the worse this feeling got. I haven't gotten any texts or calls from anyone today.

I can't say that I'm happy or upset about it though. The never ending vibrating and the lies would have killed me.

But the fact that they didn't even check up on me made me feel worse.

Except today some of the Cube guys decided to tell the fans to tweet me today.

It's fucking annoying.

My phone won't stop vibrating and lighting up. As I continue to sob the tweets keep flooding in. My headache comes back as the vibrating doesn't stop.

Finally I snap. "@xBayani: STOP TWEETING AT ME! I'M FINE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! PEOPLE CHANGE!" I tweet out.

Soon the tweets came to a halt. The sweet silence from people not knowing how to respond.

When the tweets finally ceased I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes.

As I lay here I think of all the good times Will and I had. What we used to have.

I also imagine what would've happened if I hadn't lost my temper.

Tears flow down my cheeks and form puddles on the tile floor.

It's all my fault. I'm so dumb, I should've just let it go. Well, after tonight I won't have to worry about it.

My suicide text was all typed out. When I was about to do it I'd send it. I can't deal with this anymore.

My life is a living hell, and I can't do it. I turn my phone on to check the time.

11:47 pm

There's nothing worse than watching someone you love so dearly forget about you.

I take the blade and add a few more cuts to my stomach. The stomach that hasn't been full in almost two years.

'Don't do it!' The voice in my head yells, 'there's still hope!'

I drop the blade and my phone on the floor. Forming fists I start pounding on my temples.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" I screamed, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

I threw my phone against the mirror, shattering it. My phone was intact so I picked it up and stared at it.

Before I do this I need to make one more draft. "@xBayani: @Kiinqtonq I don't regret anything we had."

I save my draft and take the blade in my hand. Turning off the light, I held it up to my neck and sighed. This is it.

My thumb was hovering over 'send' on the suicide text.

Just as I was about to finish it, my phone rang, illuminating the dark bathroom.

A name and picture flashed across my screen as it danced along the floor.

The vibration was loud and increased the pain in my head. As my headache worsened, the vibration continued.

Looking at the screen, I picked up the phone. I held the phone up to my ear, pressing against my tear stained cheek.

I dropped the blade, and it hit the floor with a clang. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to speak.

"Will?"