Cube SMP One Shots

Kiani

Jordan's P.O.V

The car finally stops and I open the door. I'm so relived that i'm finally home to do this. Yesterday me and Will finally came out as a couple, and people weren't taking it too well. I was getting messages all day. All of them said roughly the same thing. Something along the lines of how I wasn't deserving of him. A lot of them called me out on how I was pathetic compared to Will. The sad thing is that I believe them. Though the messages were harsh, they were true. I was nothing. Will was like a prince, and I was just a peasant.

I shove the lock into the door and it swings open. It's not long before i'm sitting on the bathroom floor crying. I pull out my phone and check the time. Will is at a dinner with some friends, so he should be gone for a while. I text Will two words.

'I'm Sorry.'

I take my pocketknife out and open it to the sharpest blade. It's pressed against my skin, an I slowly pull a jagged line into my arm.

-=+= Will's P.O.V =+=-

'I'm Sorry.'

I stand straight out of my seat and sprint out the door. People are shouting at me, but I can barely hear it over the screaming inside my head. Jordan had told me once before about how he used to be depressed, and he tried to kill himself once. When he tried, he texted his friends those two words. I'm sorry.

He can't die. I care about him way too much. The traffic seems to be taking forever, but I eventually pull into the apartment complex. I run up the stairs and open the door. I look around for a moment before I can hear sobbing from the bathroom.

"Jordan?" I yell as I pull on the knob. "Jordan let me in." His crying stops and i'm terrified at this point. I push all of my body weight against the door, and after a few tries, i'm able to knock the doorknob off. I rush in and put a hand to my mouth. The sight I see is the most horrific thing I have ever saw. Jordan was leaning against the cabinet, knife in hand. He had about 12 lopsided cuts on each arm. He has streaks of tears running down his face. He was so pale...

I fall next to him, a panicked expression on my face. I pull the blade from his hand and put my hand to his face. "Jordan please don't leave me. Please darling I love you too much for you to die." I'm practically having a panic attack. Tears are running down my face, and i'm shaking.

Jordan lifts his hand to place it on my cheek. "Please don't cry. It makes me feel even more guilty." He whispers to me, looking at me with sad puppy dog eyes. "Why do you feel guilty?" I ask him hurriedly.

He sighs and leaves my lap, looking a his hands sadly. "This morning I got a lot of messages, all saying how worthless I am. They told me that I didn't deserve you, that I was too pathetic to even be in the same room as you." I was so shocked when he said this.

"Baby, why would you ever think that? I love you more than anything on the planet. I would give up everything to make you happy." I say to him as I pull him back onto my lap. "If those people think that you're worthless, then the must be blind. Jordan, you are the most kind, smart, lovable, handsome, funny, amazing person I have ever met." Jordan looks up to me with wide eyes. "Really?" I nod down to him. "You are my life. If you die, then you may as well just kill me." I tell him. "Jordan, if you ever committed suicide, then you should know that I would just kill myself right after. No questions asked." Jordan looks up at me petrified. He puts both of his hands on my face. "No, Will never do that. Ever." I shrug and stand up, taking him with me. I set him on the side of the skink and run the water, wetting a rag. Jordan flinches when I place it on his cuts.

"Jordan, you mean so much to me. I value your life over my own. You're the love of my life. I could never forgive myself if you died." He stares at me. "I love you so much Will." He whispers to me, tears still in his eyes. I put my hand under his chin and lift it up. He looks at my lips, and leans in. Sparks fill my chest, like it does every time we kiss.

"Promise me that you won't try this again?" I ask him. He nods slowly and we pull in for a hug. I lift him off of the counter and we walk into the living room. We sit on the couch and he snuggles up against me. "Thank you." He says quietly. I kiss him on the forehead. I've never loved someone more than him.