My Mythical Best and My Mythical Worst

All My Fault

~ A/N ~ I just wanted y'all to know this chapter takes place about two weeks later. 

***Jaden***

     My phone rang from the kitchen counter and I walked over and answered it.

     "Hello?"

     "Jaden? It's Elijah."

     "Oh, hey Elijah. What's up?" He sniffled a little bit. "Are you alright, buddy?" He started crying and there was a different male voice in the phone. "Hey, Jade." I recognized the voice immediately as Ezekiel, my other brother, Elijah's twin. "Hey, Z. Is everything alright? Why is Eli crying?"

     "It's dad." Zeek sniffled too and I knew what he was about to tell me. My father had passed. We knew it would happen soon but we thought he had a while longer. "He's dead." Zeek started crying. Our father was dead. My worst nightmare had come true. Dad was gone. My best friend. What was I going to do without him? I didn't know how to respond but my whole body dropped slowly to the floor with my back to the wall I put Elijah and Ezekiel on speaker and with me as Ezekiel tried to calm down Elijah. I heard another familiar voice in the background talking to my mother. It was Michael, my oldest brother. 

     "We have to go, Jaden. Will you be all right?" Elijah said. I sniffled a little and nodded before I remembered that he couldn't see me. My voice didn't want to work and I just sniffled again. "Jaden?" He asked. I sniffled again and pushed some hair out of my eye. I choked down the lump in my throat and forced out "yes." and hung up immediatly. 

     I felt like I had no control over myself. I wanted to scream in anger and cry at the same time. I wanted to die. There was no question about it. The only person who ever knew how to make me truly happy was gone. I didn't want to know what life would be like without dad. I couldn't have life without dad. I kept thinking about dad for about twenty minutes before I got up and went to my bathroom. 

     I looked at myself in the mirror before I screamed and started crying again. I reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out the box of razors and made a clean slit across my left wrist. After there were about twenty I stopped and took a sigh of relief as I watched the blood flow down my arm. 

     Realization hit me as to what I had just done. I knew I was depressed, but I didn't think it would come to me doing this. Suddenly I wanted to blame this all on Link. It was his fault. Wasn't it? He broke up with me making me depressed in the first place and then dad died, and here we are now. The next thing that occurred to me was why Link broke up with me. This was my fault. I didn't want to tell him about Jack. That's why this happened.

      I was so mad at myself. I wanted to die more than anything right now. If I died then what would Rhett and Link do without me? Would they hire someone else to replace me? What about my family? I knew my brothers wouldn't be able to lose their father and little sister in a day. I started panicking and grabbed a washcloth from the shelf above the toilet. I folded it and pressed it against my wrist. It stung. The burning sensation traveled up my arm and I cringed. 

     I suddenly had a yearning for Link's arms to be around me and his lips on mine. I wanted to cry into his shoulder and hear him whispering about everything being okay. Black started forming around the edges of my sight. I got really dizzy and sat down. I was going to pass out and I knew it. I needed help. I stood unsteadily and walked down the steps while leaning on the wall. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I pushed off of the wall and stumbled toward the counter where my phone was lying on the ground. 

     I leaned against the wall and slid down. I scrolled through my contacts till I found Link. The blackness was closin in more on my vision that was becoming more cloudy by the second. I managed to press call and put the phone to my ear. Link's voice sounded through the phone, "hello?" He said. I blacked out.