I can't believe it took me this long to update *groan* Remember you can check my profile to see what goes on whenever I'm taking a while to update (breaks, stress, etc) or you can just PM me if you're really that pissed off about it *eyeroll*
I just realized I have one of the longest Jori stories on here 0_0
Cat's POV
I always knew that my brother was weird. When he turned seven he tried to shave the cat's name into its fur and then make shoes out of its hair. My parents thought he just didn't get enough sleep (they're sweet, but they can be so clueless sometimes). I thought he was just lonely so his 'unusual experiments' were a result of that. When he turned 12 my mother said he had been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder. Now, I was like eight so I had no idea what that meant back then. But my parents started dropping bright-colored pills into whatever he was eating, slipping substances into his drink. They told me it stopped him from seeing and hearing bad and scary things. Sometimes my brother would realize that his food tasted funny and feed it to the cat (he's dead now).
Whenever he hadn't taken his medicine he would shake when he walked around the house, peek around every corner before walking by. He watched you like a hawk when you talked to him. He would tell me weird stories that made it hard to sleep and understand everything and I would listen because he was my big brother and I was his little sister. He'd tell me those stories every day until one day I blurted one out to Jade, hoping she could somehow make sense of it and put my mind to rest. She stopped eating her salad and told me to quit listening to his stories because they didn't sound healthy or normal, for that matter. I couldn't forget the stories, though. I told that to Jade and she told me she'd tell me better stories, nicer ones to make me forget.
At fourteen he developed OCD.
He would usually only tell me a story a few times a day, but he started telling the same story over and over again because he'd tell me that he skipped a part, or forgot an important detail. Even now, with the story firmly embedded into my mind it's constantly changing and I still can't make any sense of it. It doesn't help that I'm older now, able to process more, because now there's so many endings, different meanings to the story. I can't even explain it right now, but he would start to yell when I couldn't make sense of it. There was a villain in his story; the Witch of the West. Reminds you of someone, doesn't it? He turned delusional; and when he actually met Jade he went berserk. He would blab to his therapist about how she was planning something evil. The therapist said that his schizoaffective disorder and OCD combined was severely blurring his already shaky line between imagination and reality. He thought that the Witch of the West was real and she was Jade. One day after Jade left my house after working on a school project he grabbed me by my hair and threw me off my chair.
My head bounced off the wooden floor and I could hear him yelling at me. Things about Jade; I wasn't allowed to talk to her anymore; she couldn't be in our house. He still wasn't anywhere near stopping; he started kicking and stomping at me until my father managed to pull him off me, my brother slavering like a mad animal. I was hurting all over and when my mom tried to help me up I pushed her away and limped up the stairs to curl up in my room and cry. It turned frequent - the beatings - I was always powerless to stop him because he would always catch me by surprise. He would yell things at me too; I was a slut, I couldn't sing or dance, I didn't have a boyfriend because I was ugly. It all got to me eventually, lying in the dark with tears in my eyes, his words drowning out my thoughts, my body aching from the physical pain, mental pain ripping at my heart. I started cutting on my ribs because my wrists were too obvious. The flesh there was almost always bruised and tender, but it made the pain just that more relieving when I needed it.
The medicine kept him calm, but he was that more dangerous that way. He could hurt me methodically, pick me apart and put me back in jagged pieces that he could break apart with a single word from his lips. Then there was the day Jade got involved. I'd been getting a drink from the fridge, my parents gone out to the store when he slammed an elbow to my head. My drink spilled everywhere and I started to choke while his feet kicked into tender and sore ribs. He'd already had his medicine so instead of simply beating me he was taking care to stomp on joints and grind his feet into my sides.
"Why don't you get it?" His voice quickly rises to a wail. "You still hang out with her, she still comes over," I turn push myself up under the rain of blows, but a kick in my stomach stops me. "She'll learn everything about us, Kitty!" I don't know if I should feel sick because he actually believes that this is all true or feel sorry because his damaged mind has taken him this far.
"S - Stop." I cough out. My body's going into that familiar state of numbness.
The words are completely and utterly useless.
"I'll find a way to get her, Cat, I will!" He vows as his heel grinds into my thigh. "I have to take small steps first though and then when I'm ready I'll go for the kill." He hisses. My body's almost too numb to move by now and my head rests limply against the floor. I barely twitch when he kicks my stomach again, snarling words to himself.
"Cat!"
The voice catches my dull attention and I shift in the direction of it.
"NO!" My brother yells. I'm at a slight relief as the blows stop raining down on my beaten body. "Get out of here!" I hear something heavy collide with him and he stumbles backwards, tripping over my splayed legs. Jade's driving him towards the back door, but he grabs a vase and slams it against the side of her head. That awakens me; my body twitches in sharp alarm, shock lending strength to my body as I painfully rise to my hands and knees. Jade's on the floor now, stunned and now victim to vicious kicks and stomps. He's too afraid to touch her with his hands; it's a strange disadvantage that I don't know the meaning behind, but a noteworthy one.
He sees me clutching a nearby chair for support as I drag my way up to my feet.
"Get me a knife, Kitty!" He hisses, pupils dilated. "Hurry, before she calls her demons!"
I stumble to the kitchen drawer, taking as much time as possible because he's watching me intently, standing almost completely still. My clumsy fingers close around the handle of a large knife with a serrated edge. I slowly make my way back to him, pain legitimately suddenly stopping me in my tracks, and gasp for air.
His hands start ripping at her clothes and my eyes widen. My insane brother is tearing off my best friend's clothes in our living room. He's muttering to him and his clothes come off too, in a bright pile of cloth. I desperately try to force myself forward, but I can only move so far before he's on top of her and my brain is sharply aware of how close he is too raping my best friend.
"Hurry, Cat!" He's struggling to keep her still. There's wild panic in Jade's eyes as she thrashes beneath him. In one last attempt, I lunge forward on bruised legs and drive the blade in between his bare shoulders.
Switched it up, huh? The story behind the monster...that kinda makes you feel .000000001% sorry for him. No, no I will not tell you the insane story that Cat's brother apparently bases his life on because even I don't know what it is. That's just how fucked up that boy is. Some depth to Cat here, too. I'm not exactly sure if the whole crazy thing makes sense to you all cause I didn't actually plan to explain it all that much. This might be as far as I'm going to explain
Am I the only one who thinks that Fanfiction should have a filter out feature? So when I look something up I can filter out all the guys and not have to go through every girl pairing
"Please Don't Leave Me Jade and Tori" is my video for this chapter because I'm really hoping you guys won't leave me either (if you don't realize that this are YouTube videos by now then you need to get the program)