Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 24

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Chapter 24 (Joey's POV)

11:30 p.m.

Standing in my bathroom, I stare into the mirror reflecting the sickly man that is myself.

I have become too thin from not eating right. My bones protrude sharply. I've lost my muscles, and I've become essentially a walking skeleton.

My depression hit big time about 2 weeks ago. I realized that on November 1st, it's my birthday. My 24th birthday. My last day of wanting to be here. 2 more days.

I turn my face away from the mirror and pick up the razor by the sink. I grip it tightly in my hand.

Bobby is at his girlfriend's room, so I'm all alone. And that means I can do anything I want.

I drag the razor along the length of my forearm, allowing the pain to wash over my body. It feels wonderful to drag the blade along my skin.

Crimson blood trickles down my arm and plops onto the ground below me. Tears fall and mix in with my blood. I sit on the ground and allow my blood to seep from my skin.

I close my eyes, exhaustion finally taking hold of my body. I'm too tired to stand up and clean up for bed, plus my body is slowly losing energy as my blood pools around me on the floor. I lean my head against the wall, breathing in deeply and smelling the metallic scent of my blood.

I nearly am asleep when I hear a knock come from the bathroom door. I groggily say, "Go away...I'm trying to sleep."

"Joe, open the door, please," I hear a soft voice say. I vaguely register the voice as Simon.

"Go away, I said," I repeat, not moving.

"Joe, I want you to open this door before I force my way in there," the voice comes again.

"Break the door down then. I don't care. I'm not moving...I'm too tired," I whisper.

Suddenly, I feel hands on my arms, pressing cold water to my cuts. I don't make a noise because I'm too numb to feel anything.

"Joe, I told you to wait...Why are you trying to kill yourself?" I hear Simon's voice cracking with emotions.

"I did wait...And I'm not trying to kill myself."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to relieve my pain."

"Joe, you're hurting me when you do this...I hate seeing you like this..." Simon says, trying not to cry. "My sister cuts herself, it hurts when she does that. It hurts when you do it too."

I lift my weary arm and put my palm to his cheek. I use my thumb to wipe away a small tear that slips from his eye. A tear of my own falls out of my eye and makes its journey to the floor.
"You don't know why I'm like this, Simon," I whisper. "At the beginning of my life, I've been mistreated. My mother made me a slave, the kids at my school tormented me, I even became a slave for my brother to play with. Alex and Chad saved me. They found me with a bag of clothing and nothing else. I was homeless and they took me in. Bobby tagged along because I was his best friend. I found refuge with the Clan. I was happy for a bit. Until I saw everyone else slowly find their mates..." I lift my hand to wipe away tears on my face. "I'm the only one without a mate. I'm the oldest in the Clan and I'm the last to find my mate." I laugh bitterly. "Isn't life just so much greatness?"

My bitter rant ends when Simon slams his lips against my own. His hands go around my neck and my arms go around his waist. Our tongues dance and fight for dominance with one another. Our moans fill each other's mouths. I yank Simon onto my lap and he presses himself closer to me. I trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, causing moans to slip out of his swollen lips. He runs his fingers through my hair and grips it tightly.

"Joey," he moans, his voice husky with arousal.

"Oh, Simon," I moan into his neck. "Please don't be a dream."

Simon forces me to look up at him. "Does it look like I'm a dream?" He asks, his voice sounding so sexy with his huskiness. I shake my head. "Then I'm not a dream, so don't stop to worry about it." He then roughly kisses my very swollen lips again, with me matching his intensity.

He's getting me so excited for him, he doesn't even know.

He presses his lips to my ear and whispers, "My sexy mate..."

Summary:

It's 2 days before Joey's birthday and he is alone in his bathroom, cutting himself. He's about to fall asleep when Simon comes. Simon stops the bleeding, more or less. Both start crying and then things lead to kissing and stuff like that. Simon whispers in Joey's ear, "My sexy mate."

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