Nothing Personal.
Five
Jack crept quietly up to Alex's room. The Gaskarths, despite their grief, still had work. Jack opened the door. Alex's room looked normal, like it usually does. Unmade bed, desk cluttered with papers, and even dirty laundry spilling over the hamper. Jack walked over to the desk and shuffled through some unimportant papers, mostly school work.
Jack began to feel frustrated as he couldn't find anything of true meaning. But then something caught Jack's eye. The corner of a book. Jack reached under Alex's bed and pulled the rest of it out. It was a rather large scrap book. The corners were torn, and the binding was almost all the off. Jack walked over to Alex's desk and sat down in the chair. He laid the book gently down and opened it.
Inside were news paper articles. Not many. Like three or four. Jack read:
Police said they questioned a person of interest from a hit-and-run that killed a 3-year-old girl Sunday, May 30th, 2002.
Jack gaped at the little girls picture. All the articles were basically thesame, just by different people. Why would Alex even have articles over this? He couldn't even drive at this time. He was fourteen.
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Alex groaned with every drop of water that Crowley was dropping on him. The water was boiling hot, and painful. "Remember." Crowley smirked. "You deserve this."
Crowley dumped the remainder of the pot onto Alex's arm, causing Alex to let out an excruciating scream. Tears spilled onto Alex's cheeks. Alex had no more energy to lift his head up. He hasn't ate, or slept, or even used the bathroom. He was tired. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to see Jack, he wanted to go to school even. But chances were, he probably wouldn't even make it out here alive.
Alex looked down at his blistered arm, wincing at the pain. "Crowley." Alex said, his voice barely audible. Crowley turned to face Alex. "Just kill me." Alex pleaded. Crowley looked down at the floor chuckling to himself.
"And let you off that easy?" Crowley walked over to Alex and pulled his damp hair causing his head to fling back. "You don't know how bad I want you dead." Crowley took the pocket knife out of his pocket and pressed it against Alex's neck once more. "I could end it right here, right now." Crowley said, his accent thick. "But I wont let you off pain free. You didn't let me off pain free, now did you?" Crowley put the knife back in his pocket and slung Alex's head forward, releasing his hair. All Alex could do was sit there, being as his was still tied up.
"Now." Crowley clapped his hands together. "Now its time for the real fun to begin."
Notes
Omg, I'm sorry if this is too gruesome. :$
@LongLiveUs - Nobody is really sure about what happened in her mind. I know I wish I was there with her in her last moments. She was very lovely, and very warming. And thank you so much.
@Jagk Skellington - Your comment really means a lot to me<3 I don't really understand fandoms, and such things like this. I really don't understand how you can care so much for a person that you don't even know personally. But I love how it works. No matter how much I may never understand it, I love it so much.
@All Time WTF?! - She was very kindhearted. And I know she probably felt guilty in the moment of her death. She always tried to put other needs before her own, which is why I actually love her so much. If only she could see how many people are actually mourning over her death. (Her father is taking it the hardest) I buy her flowers every weekend so far, and put them on her grave. She was loved. She still is.
And I want to thank everyone, for everything. You guys are so sweet, and thoughtful. No wonder she was always on here. She never really told me about this site until..well you know. But I wish she had sooner. This site is incredible. You all love each other, and it is so beautiful. I thank every single one of you guys thank have supported her stories, and have been there after her passing. Everything means so much. <333
8/15/14