Labyrinth Of Waves

~Chapter One~

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~ The End And The Beginning ~
[Storm Agatha]

!TW! !Strong Language, Violence, Abuse and Mental Health Descriptions!

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[Present]

"Guys get up," John bs voice echos through Jordan's head.
Making her flutter her eyes open. She groans at the pounding in her head, reminding her of all the alcohol she consumed last night.
"I got polio dude, I can't walk." JJ sounds, who lays next to her on the couch.
The sun shon in through the windows and now open back door. Causing a bigger pain in her head to emerge. Jordan tries to roll over and burry her head into the couch pillow, but an arm was wrapped around her waist. Making it difficult.
"Jay!" Jordan snaps, finally lifting her head.
He groans again and mumbles words that she is unable to make out.
"Dude, this is why I didn't wanna share the couch with you."
Jordan pushes his arm away, causing JJ to sit up instantly. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" He says, his voice half dead from still being half asleep.
The blonde boy rubs his painfully burning eyes, leaning more forward to stand.
Jordan rolls her eyes at the boy while turning over, now, finally able to burry her head into the pillow.
More mumbles and groans can be heard from behind the girl, whom was JJ throwing on a pair of shoes.
Still complaining and rustling around, JJ makes his way outside.

Eventually, some time passes, Jordan finally accepts the pain of the hangover and stands up. Wobbly on her feet she stumbles to the bathroom.
She stops for a moment, in front of the mirror is her own reflection. It only disgusted her. Makeup running from her eyes, hair in a tangled mess.

She didn't like mirrors, the concept of her own reflection was painfully unfair.
A butterfly does not see its wings the same way a dog doesn't see its fur.
She could see her fur, in the glass, disgusting and vile, matted and tarnished with all the things she had done wrong. And how others had done wrong to her, broken and bruised.
She could see her wings, in the glass, tattered and torn, pinned and labeled, from the people that she hurt. And by the people who's hurt her, broken and bruised.
She envied the dog and butterfly, whom could not see its soft fur or beautiful wings.
Whom didn't have a mirror and no reflection to taunt themselves with.
She don't like mirrors, because she doesn't like her fur.
She don't like mirrors, because she doesn't like her wings.
She don't like mirrors, because she doesn't like herself...

"Jordan, we're going out.... you coming?"
She peels her eyes away from the mirror by the sound of her brothers voice.
"Ye-yeah."
She mustn't show him how the break ups torn her, ripped her heart into a thousand pieces. She believes it cannot be fixed, unless the one who broke it can put it back together.

"There she is, our Pogue Princess in all her glory." JJ says, almost sarcastically.
Jordan rolls her eyes, clearly unamused, "What've I said about you calling me that?" She bits back, frustration planting it's roots into her stomach.
JJ smirks at her, he's filled with amusement by her mood, yet that's a dangerous game he'd be playing.
"Guessing it was a rough break up, huh?" John B asks, he motioned his fingers around his face. Reminding her she's a hot mess, just thrown together.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Jordan admits. Guilt crawled it's way up her, ready to bite its way through her flesh.
JJ and John B share a skeptical look. They know when Jordan doesn't talk about an event of which isn't good, it must've been as bad as bad can get.
However, JJ is just playing along, he knows the truth. He's sworn to secrecy to never say a word to John B.

[One week before]

Jordan sat on a familiar bed, one that she's slept on for nearly a year. A bed that didn't bring her comfort nor did it make her feel at home. Only memories of not being able to sleep; drinking and crying herself to sleep, became her only comfort.