So I kind of have a confession; Jack was on these happy pills things when he woke up, and has been for the whole two months he’s lived with me. During those months I’ve managed to fall in love with him, it didn’t take a lot nor a long time. And now the person I love is god knows where trying to find his asshole father, who didn’t return after that night. I really believed he loved me, he told me himself. I guess it was the pills talking. Anyway I guess I should really explain.

Now I’m not some kidnapping psychopath, I actually did it for his own good. See initially the pills were because when I was fixing him up (saving his fucking life) he kept struggling so I gave him like a less intense laughing gas thing – the pills. When he woke up, as you know, his thoughts about me completely changed. When the pills wore off I realised it was purely the pills and for his own good I kept him on the pills, to prevent him from trying to find his dad – which obviously worked out very well. It was a week today that Jack told me he loved me, I told him I loved him back. It was the next day I took him off the pills. You know I really believed he loved me?

Anyway so I’ve managed to situate myself beside a fast flowing river and wishing that jumping in would affect my lungs, that it would pull me down and drown my body, freeze my veins as if I were human. But it won’t. So all I can do is sit here and starve myself. I won’t kill me but it’ll cause me some physical pain, which is good I guess. The thing that sucks most about this is that I don’t know where Jack is or if he’s alive or not. Phoning him would do no good – yes I finally got a phone – he would either hang up or leave it to ring. I pulled out my phone anyway, laughing at my lock screen – Jack and I decided to mock my not-being-able-to-show-up-in-a-camera thing and took a picture of me carrying him bridal style, aka he was sitting in midair.

I waited for Jack to wake up – busying myself by watching Jack’s chest rise and fall. I liked watching him breathe; knowing he was alive somehow comforted me. He let out a light snore and I chuckled slightly, causing him to shift and wrap his arm around my waist as his head lay on my chest. I had woken up ages ago, hours ago. I’ve been doing a lot of sleeping lately since Jack’s came around and it’s, ironically, making me more sleepy – I don’t actually need to sleep. Another hour past and I felt Jack’s scent getting stronger. I slowly untangled myself from his grasp and turned him over. I reached into my drawer and pulled out the packet of tablets, popping the tinfoil and removing the yellow and pink pill. I popped it in his mouth and he swallowed it. “Jack?” I said. He hummed in response, “I’m going to go eat, I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Be safe.” He said the earliness of his waking croaking his voice to produce his completely adorable –and sexy – morning voice. I smiled at him, even though he couldn’t see it.

~

I ran to the sink wiping the blood on my face off. “Alex?” Jack shouted from downstairs.

“Yeah?” I asked, walking downstairs.

“Come here.” He shouted.

“And where is here?” I asked chuckling a bit. He appeared at the kitchen entry answering my question. I smiled at him and he smiled back, wrapping his arms around my neck and pressing our lips together.

“I love you.” He mumbled against my lips, his head fell against my shoulder and he repeated, “I love you,” Slightly louder this time.

I tilted my head down to his ear whispering, “I love you to.” He brought his face up off my shoulder and pressed our noses together, biting his lip. I pecked the corner of his mouth spreading a blush across his – already pink – cheeks. I brushed his fringe from his forehead and left my fingers tangled in his hair. He pressed his lips to mine and I played with the blonde hair that was in my fist. Jack let out a small moan before he lead me to the couch, a sly grin plastered onto his perfect lips.

My eyes had now become glassy as I thought of that amazing morning. How I almost felt human. Although what we did was not the most romantic thing, it was. It managed to be romantic somehow.

I watched as Jack’s eyes fluttered open. This was his first drug-free day and I couldn’t help but feel a nervous nausea boil at the pit of my stomach. Little did I know I had every right to feel nervous. To say Jack looked startled would be a huge understatement. “W-what, why am I, where am I?” Jack stuttered. My forehead creased is confusion.

“You’re in my house? The place you’ve been in or two months.” I said the confusion clear in my voice.

Jack gasped, “N-no, that’s not true I’ve got to go find my, where’s my dad?” He asked.

I shrugged, “I dunno, he’s been missing for two months.”

Jack got out of bed and started digging through my drawers and began pulling on random clothes then began pulling them over his body. “Great that’s fucking great.” He muttered, probably forgetting I can hear the smallest noise. “I’m not whatever you are?” He asked.

“Eh, what do you mean?” I asked worried.

“I’m one of those monster things?” Ouch. Monster?

“Vampire.” I corrected him.

“Same difference.” He spat. I felt tears threaten to break from my eyelids and my throat ached. This isn’t the same Jack. In fact that’s correct, he’s not drugged.

“No, you’re not.” I said. He smiled slightly.

“Well bye, er, Alex.” And with that he slammed the door and left.

I had now given in and tears were pouring out my eyes. The person I love is miles away and there’s nothing I can do about it. I heard my phone ring and felt it vibrate in my hand. I was just away to press decline before I realised who was calling me; Jack.

Notes

its been a month since i last updated oops
ik i said i'd have heaps of time but I snapped and re-activated my twitter and i have so much frickin homework
but thank for being so patient omg and sorry for stirring shit up oops