The Lost Prince of Elements - ON HOLD

The Storm

(3rd person POV)

The small ginger haired boy was running through the storm. His blue hoodie was soaked alongside his jeans. His hood was flapping in the wind behind him, revealing his freckled face and sopping wet ginger hair.

He reached his house and threw open the balcony door, letting cold air into the house.

"Finally" He breathed.

(Jay's POV)

"Finally" I breathed as I closed the big door behind me.

Tryouts were cancelled because of the weather. It was raining hard and the academy couldn't make it to the school. I was disappointed. I trained so hard for so long, now I don't know when I'll get another chance.

I never really used the door to our apartment. I always climbed in through a window or balcony door. Plus I didn't really have a key...

I threw my bag down on the counter and started to unpack the groceries that i had to buy. The light started to flicker and eventually went out.

"Great."  I said. I tend to talk to myself a lot. My parents were never really home. My dad was always on trips and traveling the world, being a big star and everything. My mum was... well I don't know what was wrong with her. She was never home and the times she was she was either sad or angry, and normally smelled like alcohol the past few weeks...

I rushed through my homework. I didn't have much, but it's better to get it done fast.

I made myself a quick dinner and went to the den. I turned on the phone to see what messages we got. They are mostly from dads company or adds. Sometimes they are from Cole which always make me feel better, like I'm not alone.

"You have two messages" The answering machine said. I clicked play and listened.

"Hey sweetie, it's mum. I'll be staying at the hospital tonight. Your dad isn't doing to well, he might not make it. I'm sorry honey. Life will go on though. I'll see you tomorrow." She sounded  like she was crying. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away.

'I am Jason Gordon I am not weak'

Weak. That word kept repeating itself in my head. 'I am not, I am not.' I shook my head to get rid of the thought and played the second message.

(3rd person POV)

"Please look after our son Libby." A man with black hair pleaded. "You can't leave your son, you can't leave me!" Libby cried. Her shiny curly blonde hair was now dull and matted. "Please!" She begged.

"You knew my time was short. It's time you told him the truth." "I-I can't Cliff. I can't!" "It is time for Jay to find out his true story" "Cliff..." She begged.

"Listen to me Libber Gordon. Tell him, I won't be able to. Please Libby!" Tears now streaming down both their faces. Libber nodded, knowing that this was her husbands final wish. She grabbed his hand hoping to savor the last moments with her husband.

They looked into each others eyes before his closed and he went limp. Libber bent over the bed and cried even harder as the lightning and thunder crashed down cutting of the power and leaving her and her deceased husband in the room.

(Jay's POV)

"Hey Jay, It's mum again." It sounded like she was crying.

Hard.

"Your-your father passed away. I'm sorry to have you find out like this, but I just can't come home tonight. Also I found a job and a place we can afford! I'm sorry sweetheart. I know it's been hard with dad being sick, but now we don't have to worry about that!" She let out a half hearted laugh, but it was drowned by the sound of her crying. "Your dad at least passed with a smile on his face, he accomplished everything he wanted to in his life. I'm so, so sorry-"

I turned of the machine.I couldn't listen to anymore. She told me that my dad died...

OVER THE PHONE!

I was so mad at her... I had to get away...

I had to run away.

She wasn't coming home, she didn't care about me. so what would it matter if I ran away. She wouldn't care. I grabbed my backpack from the counter and started running to my room. My bag and got caught and I fell down. I looked behind me and saw that it was caught on the coffee table. Not even caring anymore I yanked my bag and watched as it flipped over the coffee table. I turned around only to hear the sound of shattering glass.

I ran to my room and flung open the door. I ran to my small box of clothes and shoved them into my backpack. I grabbed my pocket knife and slid that into the back pocket of my jeans. I looked around and spotted my journal. It's helped through a lot. Well... everything. I threw that into my bag along with some other things I might need.

I zipped up my bag and looked around my room to see if there was anything I forgot. My eyes landed on a picture of my family. I walked across my room and picked it up. I smashed the glass and took out the picture, folded it and shoved it into my pocket.

I ran to the kitchen and grabbed some food. I went back to my room and opened my window, letting the cold rain and wind rush over me. Thunder echoing in my ears, lighting flashing in my eyes.

Without thinking I jumped.