Promise Me One More Time?
Liar
Jack's POV
Ow, my wrists are killing me.
Where am I?
I hope I never see Alex again.
As soon as the last thought crossed my mind, Alex walked through the doors. I kept my eyes closed to look as though I was still sleeping. I focused on the quiet hum of the heart monitor, beeping every second. God, why couldn't I have died? That's all I wanted. I didn't think it was that hard of a request.
Hearing Alex sit in a chair right next to me, I felt him grab my hand. I knew he was crying, I could tell by his breathing. His warm tears hit my hand and chest. It almost made me want to hug him. Almost. I felt Alex attempting to say something.
"I love you, Jack. I love you so much. I'm so sorry." He sobbed over my calm body.
Right now would probably be a good time to wake up. Despite how much pain he put me through, I didn't like watching him suffer. He told me that he had issues going on in his life. I was curious of what he could possibly be going through. I was pretty sure it didn't compare to what he put me through.
"Alex." I whispered, my eyes fluttering open.
His head snapped up from my chest and looked me straight in my eyes. It made me miserable to see his tear stained face smiling at me.
"Jack! You're alive." Alex pulled me in for a tight hug and I couldn't help but smile. He was so adorable.
No.
No, he wasn't adorable.
He's the one who made you do this.
Stop thinking that he's perfection.
I thought as Alex pulled away from my skinny frame. He held my hands tightly, running his thumb over my wrist. I winced a bit and he stopped.
"Did you hear what I said earlier?" He asked, his gaze locked on my wrists.
"Yes."
"I meant it. I really did. I only said what I did at the resteraunt because the guys rubbed off on me. I just.." His voice trailed off.
"You just what? I finally did what you wanted, Alex."
"No, Jack. I never wanted you to actually do it."
"Then why did you tell me everyday to kill myself? You told me that everyone would be better off if I was gone." I growled.
He began crying again as he shook his head.
"Look, Jack. There's things I haven't ever told you before. I, uhm, I have a voice in my head."
My eyes widened. I didn't think Alex actually had issues. I noticed he wasn't done talking. I ndoded my head to tell him to continue.
"It told me horrible things. It told me bad things about you and it said it would live me alone if I hurt you."
"Did it go away?"
"No." He lowered his head and began to sob again.
"I understand Alex." I said, rubbing my hand over his hair.
"I'm just really sorry, Jack. Sorry for everything I've done to you."
"Well, it won't be easy for me to believe you again."
Ow, my wrists are killing me.
Where am I?
I hope I never see Alex again.
As soon as the last thought crossed my mind, Alex walked through the doors. I kept my eyes closed to look as though I was still sleeping. I focused on the quiet hum of the heart monitor, beeping every second. God, why couldn't I have died? That's all I wanted. I didn't think it was that hard of a request.
Hearing Alex sit in a chair right next to me, I felt him grab my hand. I knew he was crying, I could tell by his breathing. His warm tears hit my hand and chest. It almost made me want to hug him. Almost. I felt Alex attempting to say something.
"I love you, Jack. I love you so much. I'm so sorry." He sobbed over my calm body.
Right now would probably be a good time to wake up. Despite how much pain he put me through, I didn't like watching him suffer. He told me that he had issues going on in his life. I was curious of what he could possibly be going through. I was pretty sure it didn't compare to what he put me through.
"Alex." I whispered, my eyes fluttering open.
His head snapped up from my chest and looked me straight in my eyes. It made me miserable to see his tear stained face smiling at me.
"Jack! You're alive." Alex pulled me in for a tight hug and I couldn't help but smile. He was so adorable.
No.
No, he wasn't adorable.
He's the one who made you do this.
Stop thinking that he's perfection.
I thought as Alex pulled away from my skinny frame. He held my hands tightly, running his thumb over my wrist. I winced a bit and he stopped.
"Did you hear what I said earlier?" He asked, his gaze locked on my wrists.
"Yes."
"I meant it. I really did. I only said what I did at the resteraunt because the guys rubbed off on me. I just.." His voice trailed off.
"You just what? I finally did what you wanted, Alex."
"No, Jack. I never wanted you to actually do it."
"Then why did you tell me everyday to kill myself? You told me that everyone would be better off if I was gone." I growled.
He began crying again as he shook his head.
"Look, Jack. There's things I haven't ever told you before. I, uhm, I have a voice in my head."
My eyes widened. I didn't think Alex actually had issues. I noticed he wasn't done talking. I ndoded my head to tell him to continue.
"It told me horrible things. It told me bad things about you and it said it would live me alone if I hurt you."
"Did it go away?"
"No." He lowered his head and began to sob again.
"I understand Alex." I said, rubbing my hand over his hair.
"I'm just really sorry, Jack. Sorry for everything I've done to you."
"Well, it won't be easy for me to believe you again."
4/26/13