Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Rock Bottom

Warning: Mentions of underage drinking, drug use and self harm! Don't like Don't read!

Jordan- 14

It had been a couple of weeks since Justin's funeral and Jordan didn't take any of it well. The fourteen year old hadn't been sleeping well, if she slept at all it be in her brother's room. She barely eats anymore. The teen could barely get out of bed anymore. When her father wasn't around she'd go and steal his liquor and drink, she took the small pocket knife her brother gave her and cut her wrist but not deep enough. Jordan had hit rock bottom.

Since her brother's death she had been a zombie, wherever she goes she has an emotionless look on her face. Her brown eyes would be blood red from crying and being drunk. She had missed a good couple of weeks of school to grieve. She had never experienced death before so she took it hard, when her mother died she wasn't old enough to remember.

Jordan now knows why Erin turned to drinking and her stuff after Nadia died, it had numbed the pain even if it was for a few minutes. Sometimes she'd show up to the District drunker than hell and everyone knew it.

She told everyone that she'd stop and they believed her, but she never stopped. Eventually she stopped going to the District, she'd go to school only to cut and when she left she went to a place she thought she'd never go to.

Bunny was pouring drinks for the people at the bar, a moment later Jordan walked in. A hood covering her face, she didn't want anyone to see her tear stained face. She went over and sat down at the bar taking off her hood. When Bunny saw the fourteen year old she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Well if it isn't little Jordan, what's wrong honey get lost on you're way to the District". Bunny mocked.

"Pour me a whiskey". Jordan whispered, her voice cold as ice.

"I'm sorry what?" Bunny checked to see if she heard the teen right.

With a evil glare she looked at the older woman. "I said, pour me a whiskey".

" No way, what do you want?"

"I want a damn whiskey!"

Taken back by the teen's outburst she eventually poured the drink and slid it over to her. Jordan gulped down the drink quickly, her throat burned. Sliding the cup back over to Bunny she laid her chin on the bar.

"Another".

Bunny knew why Jordan was acting this way, she heard of Justin's death. The older woman then had an idea, if Hank had took her daughter she was gonna take his.

Pouring the girl another drink she slid it the cup back to the teen. Once again Jordan gulped down the whiskey and slid the cup back to the older woman.

"Another".

"I heard about your brother. I'm very sorry about"

"Bunny do me a favor, don't talk to me about that. Just get me another one".

"Want anything else?"

"A beer".

Bunny poured the whiskey then got her a beer. She watched as the teen gulped down her third whiskey and started drinking her beer.

"I have to ask why come to me? You know Erin and you're father won't like that".

"Right now I don't give a damn about what anybody thinks. Besides you won't go back to my dad about this, you didn't with Erin so I know you won't do it with me".

"If you want I can give you something else to help take the pain away".

"Like what?"

Bunny then pulled her purse out and gave the fourteen year old a small plastic bag full of pills. Jordan finished her beer as she wiped off her lip.