Handcuffed

Chapter 6

I comforted Alex for about half an hour, still confused as to why he would be crying after he saw a picture of my younger self. I had no idea what to do, what to say or even where to look. Do I look at Alex? At the side of his head? Or should I look at the wall behind him? Ugh, I was never good at these sort of situations.

"Jay?" My thoughts were broken when Alex said that.

"What did you call me?" I could feel tears stinging my eyes. No one has called me that since—

"Don't you remember? I used to always call you Jay. You were the little girl I was talking about when I told you about my favorite memory," Alex pulled back, still holding my hands and looked at me. I was confused, I had never heard the words he claims I said.

"Alex, I'm sorry but I am not the girl from your memory or childhood. After my mom died I stayed home and thought about what I could've done to prevent my mom's death as well as how I acted towards her," I informed him. Even though the brightness in his eyes never faded, I saw a bit of disappointment and hurt flash through them.

"B-But...you look exactly like my friend. Like, identical," Alex said, more like pleaded. It was like he didn't want to believe that I wasn't her.

"Look, Ale-," he cut me off.

"Lex," he said. I was confused, and clearly, my face expressed that because he then said, "That's what you used to call me."

"Alex," I said sternly, "I am not your childhood friend and I do not want you calling me...J-Jay..."

I had trouble getting out the nickname I was given, it brought back too many pain-filled memories. My eyes began to sting with tears and turned my head away.

"Ja-Jordan," he corrected, "Why don't you want to believe me when I say that we were friends? D-Do you not want to be friends with me? Is there something wrong with being friends with me? Something so wrong that you don't even want to believe that we were friends?"

I looked at Alex with shock. Why would he say that about himself? Just because I said that I wasn't his childhood friend? He doesn't have the right to be angry for that petty reason, I'm the one who can be angry. I'm the one who has dealt with abuse for the majority of my life. I never really had a parent that I could depend on or really anything. I felt my hand clench and turn into fists, frustrated tears run down my face and drip off my chin.

"Alex, you don't have the right to be angry about such a meaningless thing," I was beyond mad now, "Just because I said that we weren't childhood friends? What is wrong with you? 'Oh no, one person said that they weren't friends as a child'. Big deal."

I was rolling my eyes and using a sarcastic voice the longer I spoke.

"Yes Jordan, it is a big deal to me. You don't know how long I've been looking for this person," he said pointing to the girl in the photo.

"Why? Why do you want to find her? Maybe she doesn't want to be found! Maybe she's dead!" I shout, immediately regret set in after I said it, I felt tears stream down my face, "That's it, I can't handle being near you anymore."

I stand up, dragging Alex behind me. He hasn't said a word since I yelled, but he still follows me. I head to the bathroom, open a drawer that not even my father knows about. I open it and inside of it was all of my knives and razors. Yes, I cut. I had too much depression and emotions to hold inside, so I tried to get rid of them with the swipe of one of the razor. I hadn't used them in a while since I was always busy with cleaning the house and trying to graduate school.

I grabbed the biggest knife I had, I think Alex snapped out of his daze and was trying to stop whatever he thought I was planning to do.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He screamed as he pulled back our hands.

"What does it look like? Getting this stupid chain off! It doesn't matter, I'm right-handed," I said struggling to bring the cuffs towards me. I grunted as I decided to tackle Alex and I to the ground so I could reach my wrist. Once my wrist was in reach, I raised the knife above the area where the handcuffs met my wrist.

"Jordan! Stop! Please! Don't do it! We just have to wait a few more days! Please!" Alex pleaded as he struggled to move our wrists with me on top, but I didn't listen. I quickly brought down the knife onto my wrist, immediately feeling pain. I knew that the knife wouldn't slice through the bone or the joint, but it would allow me to slip the handcuff off. So that's what I did, I slipped the cuff off my wrist and bolted out of my house, jumping over my father in the doorway and leaving Alex in my bathroom. I quickly ran to the nearest hospital, which, luckily for me, was only like a 5-10 minute walk, but since I was running it was more like 3-7 minutes.

When I arrived, I went to the receptionist and showed him my wrist and once he took one look at my wrist, I was rushed into surgery, but as the doctors and nurses were rushing me towards the ER, I looked back at the doors that I heard open. When I turned, I saw Alex, red-faced and panting, frantically searching the room. Then we locked eyes, his filled with worry but now filled with relief and happiness. While mine were probably dull and cold. I turned back around and went with all of the doctors and nurses.

~Time skip: After the surgery~

When I woke up, my head was hit with a boatload of pain and my body was hit with a wave of exhaustion. I looked around and didn't see anyone, big surprise, note sarcasm. I looked down at my wrist—expecting to see my hand—only to be met with a wrapped stub. I looked at it emotionlessly, knowing that it doesn't matter. I sigh and readjusted the pillow.

I laid there what seemed to be hours, then the doctor came in and sat next to me with a clipboard in hand. I knew he had something to say, I gave him a look saying to just tell me. He sighed and said, "I have bad news and some good news, which do you want to hear first?"

"The good," I replied.

"Okay, good news. We found an organization that makes cybernetic limbs for disabled people with missing limbs--such as yourself. Bad news, you need to pay half price for that and you need to pay for your hospital bill. Your hospital records say that you are legally an adult considering you are 18 years of age. So, we will either charge your card, or expect cash up front. If you want, you can see if your parent or legal guardian will pay when they pick you up. Whichever you prefer."

The doctor then leaves a piece of paper on the bedside table next to me and walks towards the door, but before he left the room he turned back towards me, "Oh, by the way, there is a young man in the waiting room wanting to see you. He says he's one of your school friends and keeps bugging the nurses and secretaries. Do you want to see him?"

For some reason when I heard that there was someone waiting for me, my mind went straight to Alex.

"Did he say what his name was?" I asked, making sure it was someone I actually knew.

The doctor tucked his hand and clipboard under his arm, he held his free hand to his chin. Probably trying to remember what the name was, "I think he said his name was Felix or something similar. Do you still want to see him?"

Felix? Wait, Felix and Alex are somewhat similar. Oh well, what's gonna happen? Some serial killer is gonna come and kill me? Yeah, right.

"Sure, send him in," I said. The doctor nodded and walked out of the room. I waited for about 5 minutes, then I heard quick footsteps approaching followed by some shouting from the staff. I turned towards the door, only to be met with a familiar face.

"J-Jordan..." He said. My mouth was slightly agape, but I quickly closed it and tried to shove my surprised and slightly disappointed feelings down.

I opened my mouth and let the words fall from my mouth without thinking, "Blake?"

A/N: BOOOOM!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Bet you didn't expect that!!!! Until next time! Hope you enjoy the story so far!

~Evelyn $ <3 <3