Who Said It Was Gonna Be Easy?

I was sat by my window watching the stars. Vic had been round earlier and now I was gazing at the moon just thinking about everything. It was around 3am. I sighed and got out my blades. I wasn't even feeling overwhelmed about anything. I wasn't really feeling anything. I needed to feel.

Those were the thoughts running through my head as I pressed my blade into my skin. Despair filled me as I sliced away the numbness. My arm and fingers were stained red as I cut, making myself feel again. Surely feeling pain is better than feeling nothing at all? I let out a sigh. Why was I even here? For vic? For my friends? My grandma? To get an education and a job that I'd grow to dread getting up for in the mornings? How pointless. To me, the future seemed bleak. At least when I was with Jack he made my future a little less dull. He'd brightened my life with his smile. He made the darkness go away little by little like a match that starts a house fire. Then suddenly he was gone. The fire had been put out and all that was left was smoke, choking me, slowly taking over my body leaving me to an excruciating wait for deaths kiss. I'd love to say Vic helped but all he was doing was brushing away the ash. He wasn't fixing the charred remains, he was simply brushing away the ash, making things seem better than they were. Maybe I was damaged beyond repair.


A few minutes later when a drop of blood dripped onto my leg, I was broken out of my thoughts. I put down my blade and grabbed some tissue to press against my stinging wrist.

I'd just grabbed a blanket and curled up in my chair under it by my window again when I heard someone cry out my name. I shook my head, convinced I was imagining things due to my lack of sleep. Suddenly I heard it again, more desperate, this time followed by a loud sob of pain. I jumped up and looked out of my window properly, seeing nothing. I stood in confusion for a moment until I heard it again. I sprinted downstairs and flung open the door, shining my iPod outside. The dim light fell onto the figure of a person on their hands and knees on the path. Mud adorned their clothes and they weren't wearing anything on their feet.



"Alex! Alex, please, help me!" the voice begged, lifting it's head to look at me. It was jack and tears were falling down his face.

Notes

Did someone say drama?!

YAY JACK'S BACK!

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