Depressing One-Shots

«Jordan x Jessica/Frye Siblings»

  Point?

  What is the point?

  He make videos to save people when he can't even save himself.

Some people still suffer, and he's trying his hardest.

  But he can only offer so much.

  There's a fine line between him and the Fellow Adventurers.

  It's called a screen.

  And right now, one of those is about to kill him.

"Jess! Jess! Listen to me... You're gonna be fine..." He whispered as she shook her head, steaming tears falling from her face.

"Jordan... Nothing about what you just said is 'fine'!" She exclaimed, shaking and scared.

  He knew he should've kept his mouth shut, but he needed to tell someone.

  Or did he?

  Maybe he would've saved everyone a bit of heartache.

"Jess..." He started again, but stopped.

  He didn't know what to say.

"Jordan, please tell me you're lying..." She whispered as he ended the call.

  He couldn't watch what he had done to her any longer.

  He jetted up the steps, brushing past his brother, who didn't say anything.

  He slammed the door to the bathroom, staring at his reflection as a tear rolled down his face.

"Jordan David Frye..." He whispered to himself.

"What the HELL is wrong with you?!" He yelled at himself, slamming his fist against the glass shower walls, shattering the clear surface.

"Jordan?!" Cierra's voice asked with worry from the other side of the locked door.

  Jordan slid to the floor, messing with the glass shards on the floor.

  He picked one up, twirling it in his fingers before slicing his wrist up.

  His tears and blood were mixing on the bathroom floor.

"Jordan! Open this door right now! Jessica called!" Isaac's voice demanded from the opposite side of the door.

  Jordan looked down at the bloody glass one more time.

  Then lodged it in his chest.

  If he wouldn't have told Jessica... No one would've noticed...