It Started on Friday

Chapter Thirteen - Mental

Before you read!: Please advise before reading, as this chapter may make you feel discomforted. Topics of self-harm and suicide are indeed mentioned in this chapter!

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It had been an official full week since Jason had accepted and finalized Emil's passing. The same Jason who never left his room anymore. The same Jason who didn't eat very much anymore, and couldn't bring himself to. The same Jason who didn't sleep anymore, who would stay up for countless nights wishing things were different. A different universe where Emil would still be alive. A different universe where Emil could have graduated with him, next to him, but instead died two days before.

Jason was sat at the end of his bed, staring at a framed paper that confirmed that he was now graduated from highschool. Next to it, was the senior's last school photo with their diplomas and fancy-looking clothes. Yet he was the only one who wasn't happy; you could ask who he was, and he would respond with, "I'm the only one who isn't smiling."

He reached over, grabbing the top of the framed photo and put it down face-first onto his nightstand. He couldn't stand seeing it. He couldn't stand not seeing Emil next to him. He always wanted to graduate with Emil by his side, and now, that was turned into dust. All of his future plans to live with him, maybe have an adoptive child or tons of pets...those were dust, too.

His mother, along with Jessica, would visit Jason a few times per week to see how he was holding up (his mother, of course, would visit every day, three times a day). Yet, every visit, Jason was in a worse mental state than the last visit. It was getting worrying, but no one could get him to eat, sleep, or sometimes even drink water. He insisted he was fine, and that he would do everything to his own accord, or whenever he wanted to.

But he never did such a thing. Jason was already beginning to get noticably thin, losing weight surprisingly drastically by not eating. He had dark eyebags under his eyes from staying up all of the time, and everytime he spoke, hardly any words would come out from lack of water. He would drink water, but barely enough to last him throughout the entire day. He was under the impression that if he were to at least make sure he had little supplement water, he could at least keep himself alive...but at what cost?

Jason stood up from his bed, his legs frail and weak. He began pacing around, his vision slightly blurred from not sleeping for who knows how long...close to a week. He only managed to sleep the day of being told Emil's passing, but that was only because he was too mentally tired to continue that day forth. Since then, he would barely get any sleep in. If he were lucky, he would have a nap, but not even that has happened yet.

He hadn't wanted to admit it, but he was going absolutely insane. Driven insane from Emil dying, and driven insane from sleep deprivation. Even with this in mind, he was still refusing to take care of himself in the slightest. He began pacing around faster in his room back and forth, pulling at his hair, and beginning to cry. He had desperately hoped that his mother wasn't going to check on him, but that's when it dawned on him. He turned to face his digital alarm click, only to recognize that it was far past the time his mother would last check on him for the night.

1:03 AM.

He stared at his clock for a few seconds before beginning to laugh; everything was getting to him, and he was slowly beginning to take it any longer. He let go of his hair, his legs beginning to shake as he quickly went downstairs into the kitchen as fast as his wobbly legs would allow him to. It was dark, but considering he knew where everything was in the kitchen...sometimes that was a bad thing.

And he proved why.

He opened one of the kitchen drawers next to the dishwasher, to luckily guess where all of the kitchen butcher knives were at. He grabbed one, closing the drawer quietly, and reverted himself back to his room.

He laid on the bed, having the butcher knife he just collected and had put slight pressure onto his arm, which he had no reaction to. Eventually, he slid the knife harshly against his arm to already cause a decent-looking gash.

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His arms, both left and right, were nearly covered in his own dripping blood. He was laughing, but crying at the same time. He regretted it, but he felt it was the best thing to do. He threw the knife away from his grasp, getting an angered mood change as the knife stuck into his wall. The knife now had drywall on it, along with his blood that was dripping from the sharp side of the knife and down onto the carpet. To his luck, it hasn't awoken his mother.

He grabbed a black hoodie, one that once used to be Emil's. The first sweater he ever gave him because they were out on a date night, and he was getting cold. In light gray letters on the back of the hoodie was his full name, in a way that looked like it was just graffitied on rather than printed.

He slipped the sweater onto himself, wincing when the sleeves hit his wounds on his arms. It felt disgusting and weird, because he already felt the sleeves sticking to his still wet blood that was drying, now that something was applied onto it to make the bleeding somewhat stop.

He walked back downstairs after grabbing his phone, beginning to cry once more. He walked towards the front door, opening it and took a deep breath. For what he was about to do, there was going to be no turning back.

He walked, and walked, and walked. His feet were tiring themselves out at a quick rate considering he was already so horribly weak, but he hadn't cared. It was about 2:30 in the morning now, according to his phone. He eventually stopped, staring out in front of him.

A few years ago, his city had suffered a terrible drought, causing the city lake to dry out completely. Above that very same lake, was a highway bridge. The same bridge that Jason stood on, on the sidewalk side.

He stepped up on a ledge, the wind blowing a bit ferociously as he lifted his hood down off from his head. There were streetlights, and it was to no surprise that the lake below him was no longer a lake. It had such little water, you couldn't even swim in it. It was simply just a long way down to immediate death, if you were lucky. Otherwise, you would be in immense pain as you can do nothing but die.

He pulled out his phone, only texting his mother the word "goodbye" as he then turned his phone completely off. He took a deep breath, thankful that no cars were stopping to stop him from jumping off.

I can finally be with Emil, once I do this. The thing that I want the most... It's really about to come true.

After a few more seconds of short preparation, he walked off the platform, only for something to catch him.

His head hit the bridge's side concrete as he screamed in pain, his forehead now bleeding. He was lucky he hadn't got a concussion, but was irritated when he felt himself being lifted up and back onto the concrete of the bridge.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Jason snapped, getting himself onto his knees. His hands were a bit scratched from the concrete he was on, now absolutely livid. "Can't you mind your own business? I wanted to do that, you dipshit! And before you go off about how I would have died because there isn't any water in that stupid lake, I'm well aware!"

"You're pretty stupid."

Jason froze, hearing the voice. He looked up, the person's face barely visible because of bad angling from the streetlights. He sounded like Emil. No, no, I'm just going fucking insane. My head throbs...

The person stood up, heaving Jason with him as Jason could no longer support himself and soon passed out from his head bleeding, along with a generally weak body.

"If I would have known that faking my death would have caused you to go this far... I wouldn't have done it. I'm so sorry, my love."

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End of Chapter Thirteen - Mental

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