(Kai's POV)
"Cut, burn, pull, scratch
Break some glass then
strike a match. Pop the
pills then take a drink.
Watch your blood run down
the sink. Gone are the
voices inside your head, and
now your close to being
dead."
My jaw drops. Lloyd, Cole, and me lean in closer, but then...
There's only static.
I suck in a breath and race toward the door. I place my hand on the golden doorknob, my palm covering the ¥ symbol-
And my hand jerks back, burning. But I can't hesitate, Zane's in trouble. I can sense Lloyd and Cole next to me, but I ignore them. I place my hand back onto the handle, ignoring the harsh pain. Slowly, my hand burning in agony, I twist the handle. Black clouds of smoke are rising off, but I ignore it.
The door swings open and I stumble in. Quickly, I look at my hand. The ¥ symbol is imprinted on my palm, but I ignore the searing pain. I look around, searching the room. The white tiled walls are spotless, but the teal tiled floor is strewn with pills, empty bottles, and pill cases. I give a little gasp.
Zane is lying in the tub, unconscious. Lloyd immediately rushes over to our ice brother. I look at the sink, where a blue clad figure stands, his hands gripping its sides.
Jay.
He faces the mirror above the sink, shaking. His auburn hair is messy and caked with dried blood, his arms scarred. Fresh cuts bleed, dripping blood onto the edges of the white sink. I stay quiet.
I gaze down at a pile of pill cases, and kneel down. He picks one up and examines it.
It has 8 round spots going down, and 4 across. The ones with pills still in them had writing on it.
•I••
DONT
WANT
•TO•
LIVE
•IN•
THIS
HELL
I stand up and look at Jay. He's still shaking. I take a deep breath, but he speaks before me.
"Slit your wrists and cut your
thighs. Fake a smile and dry
your eyes. Hate yourself and
hate your life. Welcome to my
world of Lies."
I'm too shocked to speak. He's still looking at the mirror, not looking at us. I can hear a soft tapping as blood falls. Slowly, I stand up. Cole walks over to me, looking at Jay.
"Why do you want to kill yourself?"
Cole says, his voice shaking. Jay finally looks at us. I make a choking sound in the back of my throat.
His face is pale white, his lips completely blue. Blood drips from his mouth and onto the floor. Shadows resign under his eyes. But that's no the worst part.
His eyes, once lively green, are now blood red, the pupils slit. He is crying, but it is not tears.
It is blood.
It trails down from his eyes, leaving red stains in its path. I look in horror at him.
"Its a long story."
Jay answers Cole, gazing at us.
"I want to help you."
Cole takes a step towards Jay, and he twitches.
"You can't."
"Well, I'm going to try anyway."
"Yea, I know you are. You'll help for a
week or two and then when I start to
feel close to you and I'll tell you my secrets
and you'll find out how bad I really am.
Then you'll say how upset you are that
I'm so depressed and you'll say you'll
get me help. You'll make empty
promises, you'll pretend like you care
when inside you've given up on me. I'll
learn that I can't tell you those things
anymore, and you will stop asking
about them, even though it's
still happening. We'll grow distant and
I'll hate myself for opening up to you.
You won't realize that I'll try to kill
myself again. We'll still talk but there
will always be that awkwardness.
Because you gave up. Because
everyone does in the end. Your closest
friends become far away figures and
you are left on your own to cope with
these fucked up emotions and you have
no idea how. Everyone gives up and I
mean everyone. And that, more than
anything, made me want to die."
My mouth opens on its own, I can't help it. I glance at Cole, and see his amethyst eyes are wide open, staring at our brother.
But was that really our brother, standing there?
Jay smiles, a twisted, wrong smile. Then, without any warning at all, Cole tackles him. The rest was a blur. Jay screaming, Cole holding him down, finally restraining him.
Oh Jay...