Cube SMP One Shots

-= Kiani =-

        I said I’d never let you fall, and I always meant it

-=+=-

               Jordan laid on his bed, he talked to Will. They talked about depression and how Jordan came in contact with a few fans while at PAX South. It badly upset Jordan to see what his subscribers to do themselves, but what they didn’t know that Jordan once did that to himself. Will had no clue either.

“Hey Will baby, I got to go…my uh- brother needs me!” Jordan than hung up his phone and went to his bathroom. He felt like he was going to be, sick? Jordan rolled up his sleeve and examined his arm what was covered in burn marks and scars. He started to break down and cry, remembering all the times on why and how he did it.

“I didn’t mean to…im sorry!!” Jordan screamed while covering his forearm with his hand.

He scratched his arm and began to cry again. He then looked up at the mirror and examined his face. Bloodshot eyes surrounded by a greenish-hazel color. He looked down and back at his arm and thought.

“Fuck it...” he mumbled.

He grabbed his sharp metal object that laid in the medicine cabinet and a piece of paper with a pen. He began to write;

               To Will,

Im sorry, im so sorry for being such a fuck up. I was scared to tell you that I have depression and that I also suffer from social anxiety. Yes, that’s why im always scared to talk to people when we are out. im sorry I never told you. I understand if youre mad, that’s why im leaving. Permanently. I have been felling like that no one wants to talk to me and that im such a screw up. I cant handle the hate anymore. Keep in mind that I love you.

At this point, im quiting.

I love you. <3

-Jordan

Jordan ended off the letter and called up Will.

“Can you come over, please?” Jordan asked.

“Sure love.” Will answered.

Will only lived about 5 minutes away from Will. He was on his way.

Jordan had everything planned. He planned on having Will come over, give him the note, and have him read it only 15 minutes after his death.

Will knocked on the door and Jordan answered it.

“You wanted to see me?” Will said curiously. With worry in his voice. He had a strange feeling about something he just didn’t know what.

Jordan handed him the note and then went to the bathroom. Will opened the letter and read it carefully.

“…No..!” Will ran to the bathroom but it was already too late. The door was locked and Jordan was just a few minutes till his death.

“Jordan don’t do it! I do love you! WE love you! We all do. You super funny and great to be around. Please don’t leave. I need you..!” Will banged on the door furiously with tears streaming down his cheeks

“I’m sorry…” Jordan mumbled. He slit his wrist and watched as the little red beads of blood started to gather and drip down onto the floor.

“I love you Will.” Jordan said before dropping to the floor.

Will busted into the bathroom and took his lover into his arms. He bursted into tears and started screaming for help. Will dialed 9-1-1 and watched as his lovers eyes slowly went to the back of his head. He took Jordan’s hand in his and kissed it. Before Will knew it, Jordan was rushed to the emergency room and was taken in. Will sat in the blank, empty waiting room just hoping if Jordan was going to be okay. He began to cry and recall all the funny memories. At PAX how they bonded so much and how they had their last night there all together. Then he recalled other memories, on teamspeak and all the inside jokes. Will looked down and at his wrist. He seen the bracelet a fan had given Jordan and him while at PAX in Seattle. He read it over and over again.