When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Six

{Jordan's pov}

Fuck.

I should've just come clean. I should've just told him the truth. I should've kept him talking.

But no.

I kept this a secret. I lied to him. I let him shut down.

I've tried calling him over ten times, I've texted him a bunch. I even tweeted out asking the fans to spam him.

I closed my eyes once more, playing with the blade on the floor. "I'm sorry." I mumbled as I started sobbing.

"I'm such a screw up." I said aloud to no one. I picked up my phone and called Will one more time.

"Come on. Come on please." I grumbled as it dialled.

"Hey," Will's crisp accent rang through the speaker. He sounded so tired. I gasped and quickly began talking.

"Will! Oh my god I'm so so-"

"You've reached my voicemail, if I don't answer you it's because I just don't care anymore. Go ahead and leave a message. Bye."

His voice. He sounded dead.

Maybe he's not as okay as I thought. Maybe he feels the same way I do,

"Beep!" The phone called out, shit. A message.

"Um, hey Will. It's Jordan. I was just calling to say that I'm sorry, and I miss you a lot. I'm not okay. I'm really not and I know you're not either. If you could call back that'd be great. Bye."

I sighed and hung up, "I love you." I whispered and curled back up on the floor of my bathroom.

Now that I know he's alive, I can't bring myself to kill myself today.

Now that I know he's broken, I have to stay and help him.

I can't just leave him here.

I can't call him anymore, my fingers are shaking too much to dial his number. It's almost to the point where I can't even hold my phone because my hands are shaking so severely.

My entire body is just shaking.

So here I am. Sitting on my bathroom floor, shaking and crying my eyes out. I'm so attractive.

'I told you so.' God damn it, the voice is back.

"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed.

'To say that I told you so.' It snickered.

I rolled my eyes, "What do you mean? What did you tell me?"

The voice laughed for a while before answering me. 'That you shouldn't kill yourself tonight. Will needs you, asshole.' It said harshly.

"You're so damn rude." I said and it didn't reply. Great, it left.

I've come to accept my schizophrenia. Except, of course, when I'm having one of my mental break downs and it won't stop being an ass.

I used to be on medication, around the time Will and I went out separate ways. Back when I still cares about getting better.

Back when I had a reason to get better.

I don't know who the voice is, he doesn't have a name. He has a slight accent, gee wonder why, and an attitude.

I don't have a name for him, nor will I ever give him one. Well, I might one day.

It's now been one hour since the phone call. I'm worried about him. I truly am.

I pulled out my laptop and went on an airline site to book a flight to Will's town.

I had to get there as soon as I could, even if he didn't want me. It only costs about two grand to fly from Seattle to the UK.

I book my flight for Saturday, as it is currently Thursday.

I hop on Twitter like usual and create a draft. I sigh with a small smile on my face.

"@xBayani: @Kiinqtonq when we meet again."