Not like the movies at all

Jack and Alex's relationship didn't start this way. They were perfectly happy. But that was 4 years ago, times, attitudes and feelings have changed. Although Alex's feelings stayed the same.

Alex sometimes questions himself if he ever did something wrong in the past that made Jack hate him so much. No, hate is such a strong word for their relationship. Jack loved him with all his heart. But, Alex thought, why would you hurt something or someone you love the most? Alex saw it with Cass and Rian, they've been together for 6 six years but Rian has never laid a hand on her.

Alex sometimes thinks he deserved it. All the pain, the cuts, the bruises and the blood. He's been a shitty and lazy boyfriend, not taking care of Jack more. He's been constantly forgetting to cook dinner for Jack when he comes home.

And that's the reason why Alex is in the bathroom floor right now, crying and bawling in there. A freshly made cut on his cheek bones and he's pretty sure he had some broken bones and ribs.

Did he really deserve these? He looks over the mirror, eying the reflection showing before him. It's stupid that for how many years he's been suffering through this with Jack, he isn't used to it. He could've been numb. Hell, he could've been dead.

But he can't leave Jack to fend for himself, Jack's too fragile and emotional. And he loves Jack more than anything. He's all he has. He's like Alex's air, he can't live without it.

Alex was suddenly put out of his trance when a fist suddenly connected to the door of the bathroom. He remembered just why he was in here. Hiding. Cowering. He feared for his life tonight.

"Get the fuck outta here, Alex! I swear to God if I wreck this fucking door, I will personally choke you to death!" The man behind the door yelled. Alex just hopes their neighbors would be all too kind to call the police, or even have a heart to come up here and stop Jack.

He can't even remember how this started.

"Alex, babe, I'm home." Jack said enthusiastically. Happy to be home with the man he loved. He was actually planning on proposing the next day. He knows Alex would say yes, he's just certain will. He hears a giggle upstairs, thinking Alex was just playing with him.

"I'm coming to get you Lexy" He whispers, assuming he'd be getting laid tonight.

"Oh c'mon, Matt. You know I'm kidding, I love you too much for that....... No, he's at work....... I've already packed, we'll be leaving soon....... I know...... We'll be together finally....... Okay.... I love Jack, Matt..... But I'm just scared....... For my life..... I'm scared he'd go too far and kill me......... I can't do that to him!............. I know it's wrong...... But I'll be leaving with you soon tomorrow so I guess I'll let it pass, y'know......."

Jack made a coughing noise, signalling Alex that he was already home, raging with fury as the thought of love of his life leaving him.

"Oh shit..." Jack heard Alex mutter. Looking down on the ground as if it's the most interesting in the world.

"You're leaving me?"

"N-no... I was..I, no, of course not, baby. You know I-i love you." Alex said, walking towards Jack hoping to get this all over with before he leaves tomorrow.

As he reached Jack's place, Alex stumbled a little when a hand connected with his face with much more force.

A tear stained Jack stood there in awe and shock, he knows what he did to Alex was wrong for the past three years.

Out of anger, he grabbed Alex's forearm vigorously, dragging him downstairs. All was black and blank in Jack's eyes from then. And Alex's chances of being alive was slipping from two digits to one.

Alex slipped himself inside the tub, clutching his hand where Jack almost broke the bones. Fearing that this is the end for him.

"Lex, Alex... Please.. Please come out and let's talk this out.. Please.. I don't want you to leave.." Jack's voice were much softer and calmer now, Alex has never seen this side of him before. And he's almost giving in. Almost.

"W-what? You.."

"Let's just.. Talk.. Please, Alex.. I never meant to do those things to you, Alex. You know I love you." Jack was crying hysterically now. Which left Alex confused as fuck as to why Jack was being soft on him.

Maybe this was Alex's chance on being the big guy in their relationship. Being the guy who controls things. Jack was actually, ACTUALLY, afraid of him leaving. Alex can't let this opportunity slip from his grasps.

So he stands up, feeling the dominance in his aura.

He quickly pulls the door, seeing a Jack, eyes are puffy and red from crying, there's snot in his nose almost falling down, his hair a mess and skin stained with Alex's own blood from the cut. To sum it up, Jack looked like he killed someone. Well, he almost did.

"Alex, I love you. Don't leave me." He sobs, dropping himself onto Alex's arms. Wrapping an arm around Alex's body, feeling the warmth and the familiar feeling. It has been five years. He's got used to it.

"I know, baby. I won't. I promise. I love you too." Alex whispered. Leading Jack up in their own bedroom and situating himself and his partner on the bed, ready to forget everything that had happened tonight.

"I love you Alex, I really do. But our love hasn't been the same. And I can't find a way to end it. You can't leave me Alex. But I'm so sorry." Jack said, as Alex propped his elbows for support, confused on where Jack was getting here. Why was he sorry?

In a swift motion, Jack grabbed a butterfly knife from their drawer, the one he's been hiding for future invaders, never realizing that he'd be using it in a different way, and to the person he can't live without.

But if Alex was leaving him. He won't do it without a fight. They'd be together, 'til death do them part.

Clutching at the knife, fisting at the handle, he made the most stupid decision. Holding the knife up, letting it shine under the darkness of the night. Feeling Alex tense up beside him.

"J-jack. Wha-what are you d-doing??!" Alex whispered, shaking. His life practically flashbacked right before his eyes.

Without a second thought, Jack brings down the knife, directly at his lover's chest, right through the heart.

Alex's piercing scream was ignored by Jack, who pulled it from the older boy's chest, and stabbed Alex again, and again. Continuing as he straddled the older boy's dead body.

He stopped. Dropped the weapon which is now covered in blood and some of Alex's skin, his face and body covered in red, metallic taste overtaking his mouth, as tears left his eyes at the sight of the beautiful boy in front of him.

Alex's eyes were blankly staring at the ceiling, all dull and lifeless. His body was cold and his pulse were nowhere to be found. He was.....dead.

Jack realized what he had done, this isn't something he could just shrug off and forget about. He had killed someone, not just someone, the love of his life, his bestfriend, his lover, his ALEX. His life.

Sirens filled the area as Jack's thoughts were interrupted by it. He suddenly began to panic, tears were forming in his eyes, his body was still covered in blood from Alex, there were multiple stabs on his fragile body, Jack couldn't even take a second glance at the frail body in front of him. The feeling of disgust made it more harder to breathe.

Rushing towards the bathroom in their room, footsteps trailing with Alex's own blood. He balanced his weight on to the sink, "You're a murderer." He whispered to himself. Pulling a box of safety razors and stepping on it with force, hearing it break and crack. He picks up the blade and grabbing the pills on the cupboard, and walks towards the tub, filling it with cold water.

Jack rid of his own clothes and slowly went in the tub. Feeling the cold water on his feet as he flops down, causing some water to splash on the floor.

The coldness of the water is the only thing reassuring him that he's still alive and breathing. And he glanced outside the bathroom, the sight on the bed sending shivers down his spine, a lifeless body lying innocently on the bed. Eyes are blank and emotionless. Dead. All dead and gone. Never coming back.

"I'm coming to get you Alex, I swear, I'll never hurt you again."

He promises, he knows he'd said this before, clearly broken by his own fury. His own selfishness.

With those words, he drags the blade down his wrists, deep enough to fucking sting like hell. But painful enough to let him know he's still there. After the first cut, he put pills in his mouth as much as he can, swallowing it down with no water.

The sirens were getting louder and Jack's thoughts were getting darker and darker every second, shutting away the world from him.

He regrets nothing. Not even at a slightest point. He knows he's gonna see Alex soon, to a place where he can't leave him. And that's fine with Jack.

His mind was a mush and his body wasn't cooperating anymore. With all of his will, he lifts the razor up to his neck, pushing it down, letting out a scream that could possibly wake up the whole town. He drags it horizontally. Feeling the numbness, the blood trickling down his neck to his chest.

With all the energy and life leaving him, he says, "I'll see you soon, Lex. I love you."

And he was gone. His love for Alex was not like in the movies, at all. No happy endings and cliche kisses. It's full of pain and dread. But no regret. Jack's love for Alex was alive, although his body was not. He'll be seeing Alex soon.

It may not be now, but soon. And they'll be happy together, in Heaven or Hell.

Notes

Yeah, idk if this is too much? Is it too gruesome or sad? I doubt it's sad. Idk. This is my first time writing a character death. So...

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I'm sorry for killing them both. I still love you though.

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