When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Nine

{Will's pov}

The clock struck eight in the morning and I still hadn't slept a wink.

Jordan is going to be here tomorrow.

He's going to see me how I really am. And I don't know if I'm ready for that. I know he can't unbook his flight, but still.

He should've consulted me first, actually. "He knows you would've said no." Damn it. That voice was back. "Really? Does he know that for sure?" I said back.

"Would you have said yes?" It asked, I sighed and shook my head. "No." The voice laughed, "He knows you better than you like to think, Will." The voice said in a taunting voice.

"Oh what do you know!" I yelled, "You don't know me!" I screamed and pulled hard on my hair.

The voice laughed harder, "That's just it! I AM you, Will!" It retaliated, with the same taunting tone as it usually has.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I slid down the wall and put my head between my knees, "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" I screamed through tears.

"You can never get rid of me!" It yelled whilst it continued to laugh. I let out a blood curdling scream and fell to my side.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I cried and I tried to pull myself into an even tighter ball. But it seemed the more I tried to make it leave, the worse it got.

Suddenly I got a call, Jordan😔💕 along with his face flashed across my screen. I reached over and picked it up. With a shaky thumb I hit accept.

"Hellor?" I asked quietly. There was a short pause; like he was thinking about what to say.

"Hey, Will. Um, my flight got moved," Moved? Maybe I had more time! This is fantastic! "My flight leaves in an hour. I'll be there tonight."

Or not.

Shit shit shit shit shit. NO FUCK!

"Oh my god." I mumbled, "what am I going to do?" I asked quietly.

"Kill yourself." The voice snickered. I rolled my eyes,

"I've already thought about that. And by the way, YOU'RE NOT HELPING THE SITUATION!" I screamed.

I got another text from Jordan as I starting running around the room.

"Jordan😔💕: I'm heading to the airport."

"Oh my fuck." I mumbled, "He's actually coming." I slapped myself across the face a few times to see if I was sleeping.

When that didn't work I pinched every inch of flesh I could reach.

I need my razors.

I grabbed a razor and began cutting nice thin lines across my brittle arms. The sound of ripping flesh was music to my ears.

The screams that escaped my mouth were the cymbals in a symphony orchestra. My razor flew across my wrist like the bow of a cello.

Though the cutting made no sound to those who weren't listening, I heard it loud and clear. It was loud in my ears and it was deafening.

Blood dripped onto the carpet like someone had stabbed a Capri sun wrong and left it to leak.

The energy drained out of me like the sand in an hour glass. Even through my brain was thinking thoughts at a mile a minute.

As the blood soaked into the carpet of my bedroom floor I began to think about everything we'd been through.

He was my first kiss, my first real relationship. He was my first love. My only love.

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. Blood from my forearm dripped onto my face. I tried wiping it off, only causing it to smear.

I pulled out my phone and did my usual routine.

"@Kiinqtonq: @xBayani I'm waiting"