Hold on JackABoy

Chapter 32- Jade's Story

Jades POV

   I sat slumped on the counter of the hotel's counter and sighed. Work is going so slow. Only 6 people have checked in today and none of the ones I checked in are worth interest.  The hotel phone started ring. I lazily reach for it.
"Hello Straiten Park Hotel, this is Jade talking how may I help you?" I chimed like usual. Sometimes when I answer the phone I say it to my family by accident. It just kinda comes natural when I pick up a phone.
"Hi I'm in room 324 and there was someone crying in the room next to me and I'm really worried because I know some people check into...yaknow.. well um yeah is it possible you can send someone to check on them?" 
"Yes m'am someone will be right up thank you for your concern have a good night." I said waiting for her to say "you too" and hanging up.

I turn back. "Jess, Nate, I'm heading up to room 323 to check on a guest, I'll be right back" Nate looked up from his magazine and nodded.

I walk up the stairs in awe to the third floor. I count the room numbers and knock on the door.
"Hello?" I called out. I put my ear to the door and tried to listen for something.
I heard sobbing. I dug into my pocket and pulled out our hotel's skeleton key. I unlocked the door and tip toed in. I walked towards the bathroom. "Hello? S-sir?" I yelled out. I heard shuffling and a few panic attempts to stop crying.
"G-go away.." he sobbed.
I walked closer to the bathtub and saw a small man with green hair sitting in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor. His legs and his arms were covered in deep gashes. Upon natural instincts I rushed towards the bathroom mirror and open it. I pulled out the mandatory first aid kit in each room. I knelt down and slowly reached out to touch him and he scooted away backwards. I looked into his terrified eyes. "Hey hey hey shhhh it's ok." I cooed 
He let me grab his arm and I started to dab the cuts with the moist towelettes. Once I noticed he relaxed I decided to ask him a question. "So what's your name." He remained silent. "It's ok you don't have to tell me but if we make small talk this'll be less awkward. I bandaged up one arm and he moved it back so I could only see the top of his nose and eyes. He studied every move I made.  I pulled away.
"Here if it makes it any easier." I sat back and I rolled up my sleeves. A bunch of white scars sprang out of my dark black skin. I looked up to see his eyes go from blank to sympathy. He looked down and felt ashamed. I went back to cleaning his left arm and began bandaging him up.
"J-jack...my name's Jack." I looked up at him in disbelief he talked.
"Hi Jack.. I'm Jade." I said tucking one of my black curls behind my ear. I finished bandaging up his arms and legs and I pushed myself off the floor putting my hand out for him. He hesitated but grabbed it and helped him stand up. He struggled from being in pain.
"Here Jack come sit while I grab a janitor's wash bucket." I sat him down on the chair by his bed and walked across the hall grabbing a mop to mop up the blood puddle. I walk in and see him sitting where I left him. Once I mopped up his blood I returned the mop to its closet and sat on the bed.

"So Jack what's your story? Why are you here?"
He looked up at me with a confused look and shrugged.
"Ok too big of a question. Hmm are you Irish? You sounded Irish." He nodded looking at the floor.

I was left stumped. I couldn't think of much that would get him to talk.. I could try telling the story that no one heard. I sighed.

"Ok..lemme start. I'm Jade, I'm a Transgendered Women; of colour. As you can see the colour part." I giggled. "I was the first black Trans women to be accepted into an all girl school, and all the girls were white as well. I was bullied constantly for being half transitioned at the time and for being different.
After awhile the bullying got to me and my home problems. My older brother blamed me for our father's death as he didn't want a daughter and ended up drinking himself into the ground so my brother would beat me up in a lot of arguments. I began beating my self up as well." I gestured to my scars. "I started hurting myself. I started with broken CD cases, then I went to scissors and I finally got over myself and used a razor blade." I took a moment to breathe. "In the 6th grade I tried to kill myself 3 times. 2 times I was unsuccessful. But the third time I was legally dead for 3 minutes." I moved my shirt to show my scar over my heart. "I'm 27 and I  have a pace maker" I began to cry a little bit. "That was my wake up call. And even though my life isn't perfect yet doesn't mean I don't deserve to live."  I looked up at him. Tears were coming from his eyes. He grabbed his wrists and blinked to let out more tears.

"I-i'm Jack. When I was really young my best friend Jeremy killed himself. I didn't know what that meant but I knew he was gone..." he took a minute to take a shaky breathe. "I got mad and I self harmed to get back at him and I guess I got hooked. My mum's boyfriend moved in, he hated me but he made her happy, something I couldn't do and she deserved so much. He would blame me for her being out and would beat me. One day I had to call 999 and he was put away. I feel guilty for my mum's sorrow about him. At some point I got PTSD. My life started getting better once I moved out. I became a successful youtuber and I have a lot of fans who love me but sometimes it doesn't feel like they do. I fell in love with my best friend Mark and I thought he had loved me too. Until a few nights ago." He began stuttering. "At a party I saw him making out with my other friend and I ran out crying I was going to jump off.. I was going to jump off Linkin Bridge but he found me. We said some things and he came closer but he tripped. I jumped after him but now he's in a coma in a hospital a state over and it's all my fault."
He threw his head in his hands.
"Hey hey..." I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up.
"It's not your fault ok? Things like this happen I'm sure he'll be fine" I smiled pushing my harry potter looking glasses back into my emerald eyes.
He nodded and sniffled a little bit.
I look at the bed clock.
"I have to go" I said standing up and writing on the bed side pad. "But here's my number. Text me. And I'll check on you after my shift.. ok?" I said kissing his cheek. He nodded and looked up at me as I pulled away. I walked out the door and went back downstairs.
"Where have you been its been like a hour" Jess said.
"Woah wait is that blood are you ok??!" Nate asked concerned.
I looked down. Oh I must've kneeled in the blood puddle.
"Its ok guys I promise" I said LOLing IRL.
I flipped through the magazines on our counters awaiting for my shift to be over anxiously looking at the clock. I hope Jack is ok.

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