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A Match Into Water

Warnings: Self Harm
*I know the picture above has Phil in it but I don't care. It works with this one-shot.

Jordan's POV

"Jeydon, show me your arms."

He hugs his arms closer to his body. "No, there's nothing to see. Leave me alone."

"I know what you're doing. Don't think that I didn't see the blood stained razor blade in the bathroom," I tell him, "now please, show me your arms. I'm here to help."

He turns his back to me. I know he doesn't want me to see what he's done to himself. As I said, I'm just here to help him. I just want to help him not to hurt anymore.

I've heard him cry himself to sleep. I've heard the muffled cries as he cuts. It breaks my heart. I wish he didn't have to go through that pain.

He's become even more distant with everyone. It's put a damper in our relationship. I know for a fact that that isn't good.

"Jeydon, please?" I ask.

"For the last time, no. I'm fine. I haven't done anything to myself. I haven't cut, I haven't burned myself and I haven't ever attempted suicide. Just leave me the hell alone," he replies. I guess he gives me no choice... I asked him nicely but now I have to see for myself.

I gently grab his left wrist and pull his shirt sleeve up. A wave of nausea passes over me as I see the dark red, horizontal lines going up his arm. They trail all the way up to his elbow. His right arm is almost just as bad.

He jerks his arm away from me. He holds it close to his body. "Why?" I ask, "why did you do this?"

"Jordan, I'm so sorry. I truly am. I just thought this would help. I've found out that it only takes away the urge temporarily," he explains, "after awhile, it just became addictive. I'm sorry."

I scoot over on his bed and pull him close to me. He hides his face in my chest and cries. I continue to hold his small, thin body close to mine.

"Please don't ever do this to yourself again," I plead, "please try to stop. I don't want to have to tell someone like a doctor."

"I-I want t-to but it's h-hard," he whimpers, "I w-want to stop s-so badly..."

"You can, I promise," I whisper to him. It hen begin humming, "A Match Into Water" by Pierce the Veil. ‘I kissed the scars on her skin, I still think you're beautiful and I don't ever want to lose my best friend...’

I gently grab his wrist again and look at his arm. It's hard to believe that someone as beautiful as he is would do this to himself. He's absolutely perfect; I can't believe he disagrees.

Without thinking, I gently kiss the scars on his skin. I hear him let out a small gasp. "What the...?" He whispers.

"I still think you're beautiful and I don't ever want to lose you," I say, trying my best not to sing or say the correct lyrics, "I don't care what you did, you're still perfect."

"I guess..." He says.

"I know you are," I reply.

He sighs and relaxes against me. I carefully run my fingers through his hair. Hopefully this will be the last time we have to have this conversation. It was hard to talk about...

I kissed the scars on her skin
I still think you're beautiful
And I don't ever want to lose my best friend
I screamed out, "God, you vulture!
Bring her back or take me with her!"

(A/N: Linkin Park's newest album has some really sad and triggering songs on it. That's why the next few One-Shots will be kind of sad and triggering...)

Video Above: Pierce the Veil - A Match Into Water (Lyrics)
Video By: Hypnotic Noises