Labyrinth Of Waves

~Chapter One~

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~ The Boat ~

!TW! !Strong Language and Mental Health Descriptions!

(S1.E1)

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"Guys get up," John bs voice eachoes 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 mumbles words that she is unable to make out.
"Dude, this is why I never share the couch with you."
Jordan pushes his arm away, causing JJ to sit up instantly. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" He says, while rubbing his painfully burning eyes.
Jordan rolls her eyes at the boy while turning over, finally able to burry her head into the pillow.
Mumbles and groans can be heard behind the girl, whom was JJ throwing on a pair of shoes.
After some more complaining and rustling JJ makes his way outside.

Some time passes, Jordan finally accepts the pain of the hangover and stands up. Wobbly on her feet she stumbles to the bathroom.
The reflection of herself 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 them 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, "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.
"Guessing it was a rough break up, huh?" JB 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.
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.
"How bad has storm Agatha hit us?" Jordan asked, breaking the painfully awkward silence.
It could've been cut through with a knife if she hadn't of spoke.
"Yeah-yeah it's bad." John B admits, while throwing beer cans into the trash.
"What's the damage?"
"We have no power nor no service, the trees broken in the yard, also a leak and trash here and there." JJ answers for John B.
Jordan huffs while opening a beer, "Nothing we can't fix, right?"

The storm had swept through the entire island. The cut and it's inhabitants had received storm Agathas harmful forces. But it swept through those who lived luxury on Figure Eight too.
Outer Banks had been a devided island by two tribes for as long as anyone can remember. A tension between the 'Kooks' and 'Pogues' lingered around for centuries. A consistent devid between the island.
The Pogues live on the South Side or 'The Cut' as everyone likes to call it. People treat them like slum, nobody's. However, they are somebodys. They're the most kind hearted people on the island.
The Kooks live on the North Side or 'Figure Eight' as everyone likes to call it. They act as if the Pogues are lower than them, all because they're rich. They flash their money at fancy events, yet they never seem to spend any. But we all know when someone becomes rich, they become a snob; in most cases.