Save Me, Ambrose

Crazy Town

November 27
Jon:
I open her door and walked in. She sat cross legged on the floor, an old teddy bear in her hands. Candles lit up the room and in one corner, flowers sat. Her bed was destroyed. She even somehow painted her walls black and hung up decorations. When did she leave her bedroom? I don't know. She doesn't even come out to eat anymore so I brought food with me.
I sit across from her, her eyes instantly looking up at me. Her once beautiful greyish blue eyes were now a dull grey and bloodshot from all those sleepless, tearful nights. I sat outside her door on many occasions, listening to her crying and throwing things around yet right now, her room looked clean.
"Jon?"
"Yeah, it's me." Her eyes seemed to glaze over before she blinked and it was gone.
She begins to rock back and forth again until I place my hands on her knees an she jumps. She looks around confused, she then looks at the bear on her lap and then to me.
"What happened?"
"You snapped."
"Who did I hurt?"
"You scared AJ."
"Did I?"
"Yeah." She begins crying as she throws the bear across the room. She gets to her feet, clutching her head in her hands. She grabs a vase and throws it at the wall, shattering it on impact.
I get to my feet and I grab her arms, she looks up at me, her eyes filled with fright.
"Leave. You have to go too, Jon. I won't want to hurt you."
"You're not going to hurt me anymore than I already have been."
"No, you sit understand. It's happened before. Please, Jon. Go."
"No. I'm staying here with you."
"Jon, please-"
"I said no, Jayden." And in an instant, the Jayden I knew was gone, replaced by this Jayden that was insane. She smiles up at me and clutches onto my arms, her nails digging into my skin. Her eyes go wider, her smile bigger.
"Pop goes the weasel!" She laughs maniacally. I should let her go but I can't. I can't seem to let Jayden go and then I knew why: she never let me go when I was this way, not once. She stayed by my side until I fought the crazy inside of me and became sane. She helped me.
Now it's my turn to help her.
"Jayden, I brought you food. You need to eat." She cocks her head to the side, her smile turning into a grin. I guide her towards the destroyed bed and I say down. I let go of one of her arms and handed her the plate of lasagna. She smiles gleefully, like a child on Christmas, and she grabs the plate greedily. I let go of her other arm while she sits cross legged on the floor and devours the door hungrily.
"More?"
"Yes, I'll get you more." She smiles and finishes the food, holding out the plate when she was done. I take the plate and exit the room, jogging upstairs and into the vacant kitchen where, just a few weeks ago, we held a party, celebrating her victory over AJ.
Now all that was left was an old, empty house with empty people pretending to be happy for the one person we cared about.
I fill the plate and jog downstairs, almost running into Colby who had been standing at her door since before I went in the first time.
"How is she?" He whispers, glancing over his shoulder.
"She was there. She was sane for a bit but then that disappeared. At least she's eating." Colby looks at the food on the plate and then back to me.
"I trust you, Jon. Don't screw it up."
"I won't." Colby places his hand on my shoulder.
"You better not." His hand drops from my shoulder and he goes upstairs. I go to Jayden's room. I open the door and nearly drop the plate of food. Jayden had her razor in her hand and I watched as blood dripped to the floor.
"Jayden." I breathe and she looks at me, a look of shock on her face. She drops the razor and looks at what she did to herself, then back to me. I place the plate on the white dresser and run to her, pulling her into me.
"I'm sorry, Jon." She cries, "I'm so so sorry." Tears ran down my own face.
Not again, I can't let this happen again.

Colby:
I pace back and forth upstairs, chewing on my thumb nail in habit as I think of what to do.
What could I do? I'm not going to send my sister to a nuthouse just so they can lock her up and bind her in a straight jacket. I wasn't going to let them force feed her drugs just to calm her down. She deserved better than that.
I hear a crash from downstairs and I run downstairs and in the direction of Jayden's room. I heard crying and Jon trying to calm her down.
"I'm sorry, Jon. I'm so so sorry."
"It's ok, Jayden. It's alright. I'm going to help you and we'll fight this together." Suddenly the crying stops and an ear piercing scream erupts from inside the room. Then insane laughter and a loud thump.
I open the door to see Jon holding Jayden in his arms, something had fallen on her and knocked her out. That's when I noticed the blood and the mess.
The lasagna sat on the dresser, untouched. Flowers sat in one corner. Blood smeared on the white carpet and mirror and somehow the walls were painted black. The bed was destroyed. Candles lit up the room.
Jon turns to me and we pick her up and carry her upstairs and place her in the car. I call 911 and immediately I could hear the sirens. I explain what happened and in less than 2 minutes; an ambulance and police car arrived.
They placed Jayden on a stretcher, binding her hands to the metal and Jon hops in the back of the ambulance. I stay rooted.
Did I want to go? Yes.
Should I go? No.
I just hope they don't lock her up.
I just hope she'll be alright.