Nothing Personal.

Alex held his breath as he pressed his back up against the wall. He heard Crowley talking to someone, but Alex could barely make out the words. His ears rung, mostly because of the pain in his head. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging on the wall. He was barely recognizable.

Alex looked around the corner to see Crowley sitting on the couch next to someone. Someone Jack yearned to see. Someone Alex loved like a brother. Alex's best friend, Jack. What was Jack doing here? Alex tiptoed down the hall, closer to the living room.

"So how's your tea?" Crowley asked Jack. And about that time Jack caught a glimpse of me. He about choked on the drink. Alex stepped quickly out of sight. He waited a moment before making himself visible once more. Crowley had his back turned. Jack stood.

"Thank you Mr. Crowley for the coffee, but I think I should get going." Jack said, as he slapped his hands on his thighs. Crowley nodded, and led Jack out of the house.

'Now my turn to get out' Alex thought to himself. Crowley shut the door. He walked down the hall towards the steel doors where he had kept Alex for so many days. Torturing, and beating. Alex shivered at the thought of being back down there tied to that horrible chair. Crowley shut the steel doors behind him. Alex figured this would be a good time to make a run for it, before Crowley realized Alex was even gone. He tiptoed to the front door and unlocked the bolts.

A loud screaming noise rung in Alex's ears. An alarm. Alex stepped outside and slammed the door shut. He ran.

As fast as he could. His body ached with every move he made. Made it into an old alley way, and ducked behind an old trash bin. Ten minutes had passed. Twenty, thirty, forty, an hour.

Alex figured it safe now. He stood straight up and walked out of the alley. He looked up at the pink sky, he missed the feeling of air hitting his skin. It was cool. Alex still being naked he walked quickly to a familiar neighborhood. His neighborhood. He walked to Jack's house. Climbing up the side of the house, and into his already open window.

It was empty. He wasn't here yet. Alex went into the bathroom that was connected to his room. He took a better look at himself in the mirror. His nose coated with dry blood, his face covered in purple bruises. His chest had cuts still covered in blood. He walked back in Jack's room. Alex jumped as he saw Jack sitting on his bed. Jack turned around startled as well.

"Alex?" Jack almost screamed. "You! You were the one at the man's house?" Alex nodded. "I thought it was you, but I wasn't 100 percent on it." Jack whispered. "I was going to investigate more on it." Jack looked at Alex, his face had a concerned look plastered on it. "What did he do to you?" Alex had tears forming in his eyes. Not really wanting to talk about the experience he had with Crowley.

"A lot." Alex's voice was raspy, and tired sounding. "Can I shower?" Alex asked. Jack nodded and went to his dresser and picked some comfortable clothes for Alex to wear.

Alex walked back into the bathroom and started the water.

Jack couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't understand. But it didn't seem like Alex was going to explain anytime soon.

Notes

And yet again, another shitty chapter. I'm sorry just a lot depressed lately. :(

I keep getting these bad thoughts that aren't healthy. I know nobody really cares, but I seriously don't even want to be alive right now. :$