Why couldn't he do anything right?
He laid on the floor adjacent to the bed and the wall.
Tears stained his cheeks.
Blood ran down his arm by the glass embedded in his arm from the mirror that he just recently broke.
Jay didn't want to look at himself.
He didn't want to see his short, lanky, freckled self.
Hidious.
Disgusting.
Ugly.
No wonder Nya left him for Cole... Cole was beautiful, his sunkissed skin and bright hazel that always twinkled when he smiled. Cole was tall, skinny yet muscular... The healthy kind.
Cole probably did things right too. Jay winced at the memory.
When he was baking cupcakes and burned them, he could see the disappointment in Zane's eyes. The nindroid claimed it was okay.
But it really wasn't. Was it really that hard to do a simple chore?
Nine times out of ten he failed. Everytime he desired something, it would dangle in front of his face then harshly yanked away.
Angry tears streamed down, allowing a single sob to escape. All he wanted was to be wanted, to be something.
Jay stood up shakily stumbled onto his bed. The pain was numbing. There was a knot in his chest.
It was hard to breathe.
Anxiety was crashing into him like waves.
He gulped down sleeping pills like candy.
Maybe a big decision could give a little happiness.
'Not if you fail at that too,' the voice in his head taunted.
Then he wouldn't fail.
A plastic bag put over his head and tied would prevent failure.
The blue ninja got under the covers as if he would fall asleep and joyfully wake up the next morning.
Except he wouldn't.
He didn't want to...
And so he didn't.