March 14
20:34

28 minutes.
28 minutes until Jordan Armstrong would finally let this torture labelled life end.

Jordan Armstrong could be described in a number of ways; he was very particular. That's why this was planned so carefully, right down to the very last seconds. He was also very quiet, but then again, the quiet ones are normally the ones with the most to say.

He'd imagined this scenario many times in his head, experienced the moment in dreams and during the many times he would space out, so often that he felt like he'd only be reliving it.

It was quiet apart from the small buzz coming from the radio host incessantly nattering away in the background, it was a comforting noise; allowing him to envelop himself in his thoughts, these final few minutes alone in his mind, without going too far.

That was always a danger.

Jordan was outwardly a very fearless character, and that's because he was- inwardly aswell.

The only thing that really scared Jordan was himself.

Being left alone with himself so long that he would start wandering deeper into his mind, his maze of thoughts; the dark scenarios he would make himself imagine so vividly that it almost felt as if they were real, sometimes he would make them real aswell, sometimes he would act on those thoughts and that's what scared him the most. He didn't feel like he had any control over himself once he wandered too far, like he would never be able to come back. They didn't even feel like his thoughts at all now that he thought about it a little more, they felt like something darker and much colder than he could ever imagine himself being- maybe it wasn't Jordan that scared Jordan.

Maybe it was the demons just lashing to get out, to be set free.

Well now he finally would.

He wasn't scared after all.