My eyes flutter open to find the blood that dripped down my wrists were now on the cold tile of the bathroom. I forgot that I had fallen asleep after doing the deed that my mind craved. Although, it was not done because of the fact that I was bullied anymore. My hand had brought the blade across my skin because of you, Jack. You betrayed me. You were the greatest friend that I had ever had, and now you make fun of me along with the rest of those jocks. Whatever happened to the Jack thought would comfort me when I had the urge to cut? Whatever happened to the Jack that would do whatever it took to make me happy? I would have died for you. Didn’t you feel that way too?
I get up and make my way out of my bathroom and to the dresser in my room. I dress in skinny jeans and a band shirt before going off to the place that I call hell. I find myself being pushed into lockers several times even once by you. I see you watching me from across the cafeteria. Your new “friends” try to get you to talk to them, but you continue to stare at me with a frown plastered on your face. They ruffle your black hair with blond streaks and flink your big nose, but you just continue to stare at me.
I don’t understand what I did to deserve this. I would have died for you. Don’t you understand that? Venomous thoughts start to fill my head. The question comes up. Should I live a life of revenge or regret? I cannot stop myself from thirsting for vengeance. There is just something that I don’t understand. My heart struggles to come to grips with what had happened. Why did you leave me to die, turn around, and walk away? The rest of the day I think about the decision. Finally, I decide. I will hunt you down like a dog. I will make sure that you never forget this even in your next life. You will never forget the lies that you have told. I will make sure of it.
It is now 7:00, and you are leaving your “friend’s” house. I hold the dagger closer to my body as it stays under my hoody. I watch you walk home, but you go in another direction. You start heading towards my house. I don’t understand what your plan is, Jack, but you will not be able to make me suffer anymore. Your hands start to play with something in your pocket. I have no clue what you are doing, but it doesn’t matter.
Before you can get to my house, I knock you out and take you to my house anyway. My parents are not home, so I drag you down the stairs to my basement . The floor is tiled, so I knew this would make it a quick clean up. I only have to take the old rug that lay in the middle of the floor and move it to the side. My hands take your unconscious body to the center of the room. I get on top of you, so that I am straddling you, and wait. As soon as I see your eyelids start to lift, my fist comes in contact with your face. You make a sound of pain and grab your sore part. Your eyes dart up to mine and then to the blade that I pick up. Your mouth moves to tell me something, but I cover it with my hand.
“I don’t want to hear anything you say,” I growl at you. “You’re dead to me. Now I’m going to make you dead to the world.”
Your big brown eyes are filled with so much terror. You go to reach for the object in your pocket, but you are unable to get it because the dagger in my hand is making contact with your throat. There is blood everywhere. Your skin becomes cold, and your eyes glaze over. You deserved this. How could you just leave me to die? How could you betray me?
I remember the times that we had shared. My friend for life is gone. A sorrowful frown comes to my face. You may have been cruel to me in the end, but we were once the greatest of friends. I decide to take the paper out of your pocket and read it. It will be my way of saying thanks to the Jack that I once knew. It is an envelope that is addressed to me. I open it and begin to read.

Dear Alex,
I know that I’ve been so cruel to you. I’m really sorry. I hated every minute of it. I hate myself for doing it. The jocks were making me treat you that way. They found out about my secret and were threatening to tell you and the whole school. I don’t care anymore. I wrote this letter because I know that you wouldn’t have wanted to see my face. I just wanted all of this coming from me. If it didn’t, you might not have believed it anyway. The thing is that I’m in love with you. I was too scared to tell you, and I was confused with my sexuality, so I kept it from you. I don’t know if you feel the same way or if you will hate me. I just had to get this off my chest. I love you, Alexander William Gaskarth.
Jack

Notes

This is another one shot that I wrote based on an Alesana song. It's so dark.... And thanks to those that rec, subscribed, and commented on the other one. :)