Jordan’s POV

I slammed the door and threw the knife into a target near my dresser.
“Fuck!” I was so pissed right now, I don't even know why. Only one thing to do when I'm angry.
I pulled out my knife block and speaker. I quickly plugged in the speaker and started playing my music at half volume. Crazy=Genius was playing. Perfect. I scooped up three knives, speaker, and drumsticks and started walking down the hall. Halfway to the studio, I bumped into someone, dropping my stuff.
“Fuck off!” I didn't look to see who it was.
“Hey listen,” It was Mikey, fuck him, I blocked him out by turning my music up to full volume.
By the time I made it to the studio, Broken Home started playing. I couldn’t take it anymore. I locked the door and went to my drumkit. I started playing along with the song, I got about halfway through before I broke down. I fell off the drum stool and curled into a ball on the floor. I reached out and grabbed one of the knives. I put the cold, sharp blade onto my wrist and sat there for a moment.
I was about to push the blade into my skin when the door opened. I looked up with blade hovering inches above my wrist. Through foggy eyes, I saw Dot standing in the doorway. She came running over and I closed my eyes, salty tears started to pour out. Dot sat down next to me, took the knife out of my hands and pulled me into a hug only a best friend can give you. It was one of those hugs that just told you everything was going to be okay, even if you knew it wasn't.
All of a sudden there was another pair of arms around me. I didn't even care to look up and see who was, all I knew was that they made me feel safe. All of the sudden Dot got up and mumbled something I couldn't hear. It was just me and the mystery figure, who was now cooing in my ear. They kept telling me things like, ‘It's going to be okay’ and ‘you'll make it through this.’ I wanted to believe them, for a moment I did.
I slowly raised my head and saw Ashton through tear filled eyes. I snuggled my head into the crook of his neck and continued sobbing. He pulled me into a tighter hug and for once in my life, I felt as though everything was right in my world. I lifted my head up and looked into Ashton's eyes. He placed my hand in his and leaned in so our foreheads were touching.
“It will be okay. We will get through this together.” He pulled me into a tight and I drifted off.

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