The Flavor Of Your Lips Is Enough To Keep You Here
How Could I Forget?
Jacks POV
Soon we heard the sirens and the fire-fighters coming upstairs to rescue us. Thankfully there wasn’t much damage to the house. We all went down to my house while we were there the police came and spoke to us. They found Marks prints on the fire starter that was thrown through the letter box. Because he was on a suspended sentence he had to go back to court but was immediately arrested and held in police custody until he was back in court. We rang Isobel and Peter from my house to tell them what had happened. They were just relived that me, Rian, Alex and Zack were okay. They told us (Me and Alex) to say at Jacks house and that they were coming home immediately.
Alex POV
I cannot believe that Mark tried to burn my house down and only two weeks after the wanker killed Tom. I am really glad that the police have finally arrested Mark and that he was being held in custody so he couldn’t do anything else to us. He made our lives hell. He drove a lorry into our car and put Tom into ITU, pushed Jack down the stairs and put him in ITU and he had killed Tom. Then he sets the house on fire. I knew Mark hated us but I would rather he killed me than Tom. I should have died I was the gay one not Tom. I was the one in the wrong for being gay. It was my entire fault that Tom was dead. I hated myself for it. I ran back to my house and ran through the door and started searching my room. I knew I had them hidden somewhere. I started emptying my draws. Finally I found what I was looking for my razor blades. I needed to do this to end it. I was scared for me; I was scared for Jack, for May, for Joyce what if he tried to burn Jacks house down. What if he hurt Jack, May and Joyce it would be my entire fault I couldn’t live with myself. I wanted Tom back. I couldn’t take it. I should’ve done more than Tom would have lived. Why the fuck didn’t I do more” I wanted to die that way I could be with Tom. I could be where I wanted to be. As I pulled my sleeve up I heard a noise. I stopped. It sounded as if someone was in the house I got up off my bed and turned off my light and hid behind my bed. I could hear them walking upstairs. As I heard them calling my name all sorts of things were going through my mind. What if they killed me? What would that do to my mum and dad if they killed me? They called my name again this time it was by my bedroom door. I held my breath I saw them walk into my room. I was relieved when I found out that it was Jack who was in my house. I dropped thee blade and ran up to him and gave him a hug. We sat down in my bed and I explained everything. By the end I was crying into Jacks chest. We both lay down on the bed. I was still crying. Jack was doing his best to soothe me it wasn’t working because I was so distraught. For the first time in a long time I cried myself to sleep. I woke up in the morning to the smell of pancakes and cuddled up to Jack he was still sleeping though.
“Come on wake up mum is making pancakes” I ran to Tom’s room I had to tell him that mum was making pancakes. I remembered what had happened when I saw he wasn’t in his room. I fell to my knees at his bedroom door and started crying that’s when Jack found me.
“What’s up Lexy?” he asked
“I forgot, I went in to Tom’s room to tell him that mum was making pancakes. How could I forget that he died?”
“Lexy, don’t worry after my dad died. I used to ask him. Then I would kick myself and beat myself up just because I would realize that he wasn’t here anymore. It does get easier trust me. I know how you are feeling.”
“I guess you are right” I snivelled into his chest.
“Alex, Jack is you coming downstairs your pancakes are getting cold.”
“Coming” I yelled and ran downstairs with Jack swiftly following behind me.
“Alex, honey what’s up?” my mum asked
“Nothing”
“Alex you don’t have to tell me what’s up. But I do know and can tell when you are upset. So please don’t tell me nothing when I know something is up.”
“Well when I smelt the pancakes. I woke Jack up and then I ran to Tom’s room to tell him that you made pancakes. Mum I forgot that he died. I only realized that he wasn’t here when I went to his room. How could I forget that he died? I’m sorry mum it’s just so hard without Tom. I really miss him. Why did he have to die?” It was me that Mark hated. Why didn’t Mark stab me instead of Tom? It would have been better if he stabbed me I wouldn’t feel all this guilt then. It should have been me not him. It should have been me.” I sobbed.
“Alex doesn’t say that, I know that Tom dying is a big shock and really upsetting but he had a good life and we loved him. He may be gone but you still have all the memories with him. And he is not really gone not if you don’t want him to he is with you in your heart and always will be.” That cheered me up. My mum knew exactly what to say to make me feel better when I was sad or upset.
Soon we heard the sirens and the fire-fighters coming upstairs to rescue us. Thankfully there wasn’t much damage to the house. We all went down to my house while we were there the police came and spoke to us. They found Marks prints on the fire starter that was thrown through the letter box. Because he was on a suspended sentence he had to go back to court but was immediately arrested and held in police custody until he was back in court. We rang Isobel and Peter from my house to tell them what had happened. They were just relived that me, Rian, Alex and Zack were okay. They told us (Me and Alex) to say at Jacks house and that they were coming home immediately.
Alex POV
I cannot believe that Mark tried to burn my house down and only two weeks after the wanker killed Tom. I am really glad that the police have finally arrested Mark and that he was being held in custody so he couldn’t do anything else to us. He made our lives hell. He drove a lorry into our car and put Tom into ITU, pushed Jack down the stairs and put him in ITU and he had killed Tom. Then he sets the house on fire. I knew Mark hated us but I would rather he killed me than Tom. I should have died I was the gay one not Tom. I was the one in the wrong for being gay. It was my entire fault that Tom was dead. I hated myself for it. I ran back to my house and ran through the door and started searching my room. I knew I had them hidden somewhere. I started emptying my draws. Finally I found what I was looking for my razor blades. I needed to do this to end it. I was scared for me; I was scared for Jack, for May, for Joyce what if he tried to burn Jacks house down. What if he hurt Jack, May and Joyce it would be my entire fault I couldn’t live with myself. I wanted Tom back. I couldn’t take it. I should’ve done more than Tom would have lived. Why the fuck didn’t I do more” I wanted to die that way I could be with Tom. I could be where I wanted to be. As I pulled my sleeve up I heard a noise. I stopped. It sounded as if someone was in the house I got up off my bed and turned off my light and hid behind my bed. I could hear them walking upstairs. As I heard them calling my name all sorts of things were going through my mind. What if they killed me? What would that do to my mum and dad if they killed me? They called my name again this time it was by my bedroom door. I held my breath I saw them walk into my room. I was relieved when I found out that it was Jack who was in my house. I dropped thee blade and ran up to him and gave him a hug. We sat down in my bed and I explained everything. By the end I was crying into Jacks chest. We both lay down on the bed. I was still crying. Jack was doing his best to soothe me it wasn’t working because I was so distraught. For the first time in a long time I cried myself to sleep. I woke up in the morning to the smell of pancakes and cuddled up to Jack he was still sleeping though.
“Come on wake up mum is making pancakes” I ran to Tom’s room I had to tell him that mum was making pancakes. I remembered what had happened when I saw he wasn’t in his room. I fell to my knees at his bedroom door and started crying that’s when Jack found me.
“What’s up Lexy?” he asked
“I forgot, I went in to Tom’s room to tell him that mum was making pancakes. How could I forget that he died?”
“Lexy, don’t worry after my dad died. I used to ask him. Then I would kick myself and beat myself up just because I would realize that he wasn’t here anymore. It does get easier trust me. I know how you are feeling.”
“I guess you are right” I snivelled into his chest.
“Alex, Jack is you coming downstairs your pancakes are getting cold.”
“Coming” I yelled and ran downstairs with Jack swiftly following behind me.
“Alex, honey what’s up?” my mum asked
“Nothing”
“Alex you don’t have to tell me what’s up. But I do know and can tell when you are upset. So please don’t tell me nothing when I know something is up.”
“Well when I smelt the pancakes. I woke Jack up and then I ran to Tom’s room to tell him that you made pancakes. Mum I forgot that he died. I only realized that he wasn’t here when I went to his room. How could I forget that he died? I’m sorry mum it’s just so hard without Tom. I really miss him. Why did he have to die?” It was me that Mark hated. Why didn’t Mark stab me instead of Tom? It would have been better if he stabbed me I wouldn’t feel all this guilt then. It should have been me not him. It should have been me.” I sobbed.
“Alex doesn’t say that, I know that Tom dying is a big shock and really upsetting but he had a good life and we loved him. He may be gone but you still have all the memories with him. And he is not really gone not if you don’t want him to he is with you in your heart and always will be.” That cheered me up. My mum knew exactly what to say to make me feel better when I was sad or upset.
5/31/13