Saviour

"You, um, gonna come to my place tonight? So we can work on this project?" Jack asked, walking beside Alex to their Music Theory class.

"Um, yeah, I'll be over around five. If that's alright?" And if my parents don't kill me for wanting to leave, Alex thought.

"Yeah. My parents are out of town for a week for some business trip thing going on with my dads company so it'll just be you, me and an empty house." Jack nudged Alex with his elbow, making the elder smile.

Jack has noticed something about Alex these last couple of weeks. He's been really... distant. He's not as outgoing and perky as usual. He's been wearing a lot of long sleeved shirts and jackets lately, even though it's barely getting cold outside. Jack has also noticed bruises covering his best friends skin, purple, black, red and blue marks litter his body. Every time Jack asks about them or what caused them, Alex tenses up and changes the subject. Jack didn't know what the fuck was going on with Alex. But, dammit, he was going to find out.
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Just as Alex suspected, when he walked through the front door of his house, his personal hell, his parents were waiting for him.

He gulped, letting out a breath as he gently, quietly, closed the front door.

"Alexander William Gaskarth! Get your ass in here now!" His fathers voice boomed out and he walked into the living room where his parents stood, arms crossed over their chests and angry looks of disgust plastered on their faces.

"Y-You called?" Alex stuttered.

"You slammed the door this morning going to school." Peter stated firmly.

"I'm s-sorry." Alex hung his head. He knew what was coming and absolutely dreaded it.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, fag." His father spat the last word at him like it was poison in his mouth. Ever since he'd came out to his parents about a year ago, they'd been abusing him and calling him names all because he was gay.

"Get out. I don't wanna see your face tonight. You make me sick." Peter said and Alex momentarily stood, stunned at his fathers words.

"I said go!" Peter snarled, making Alex jump but turn from his parents, running up the stairs and into his room, grabbing a bag and beginning to stuff clothes in it. He grabbed his guitar and lyric notebook before flinging his bathroom door open and grabbing his razors from his shelf behind the medicine cabinet. He knew he shouldn't take them to Jacks but, he couldn't resist the urge. He'd somehow find a way to sneak away from Jack tonight to cut. He had to. It was his only relief.

He finished packing his stuff and left his room, running down the stairs, opening the front door and closing it quickly, setting off to Jacks house.
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"You said you'd be here at five. Dude, it's three thirty! What the fuck?!" Jack exclaimed.

Alex rolled his eyes at his friends over dramatic tone. "Since when do you care about what time I get here?"

"Since my parents are gone for an entire week and I am now free to masturbate whenever and however I want to." Jack stated.

"Ew, gross dude." Alex shoved Jack out of the way, entering the Barakats residence, setting his bag and guitar down by the front door.

Jack sighed, closing the door and heading into the kitchen, Alex following soon behind. There was a pan on the stove and the smell of hamburger and bacon was heavy.

"You hungry?" Jack raised an eyebrow at Alex.

The elder bit his lip nervously. He hadn't properly eaten in days due to his parents beatings, so yeah he was hungry, but he felt like he didn't deserve to eat.

"Neh. I'm good." Alex declined.

"You sure? You look starved. Come on, I'll put extra bacon on it for you."

"Thanks but no thanks. I'm not really hungry. I'll eat later probably." Alex glanced down, avoiding his friends gaze.

"Alright. Suit yourself."
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It was later that night and Alex was in Jacks bathroom, his razor pressed firmly to his wrist. Crimson ran down his arms in streams as he fought back a sob that threatened to spill from his mouth at any moment. He'd slipped away from Jack while the younger was sleeping after eating his body weight in chips and watching Home Alone for the third time that night.

Another line formed on his wrist, finishing another word that would forever be carved into his skin.

Sorry.

Notes

Chapter title cred to: Alone Together- Fall Out Boy
this is kinda short... and suckish...?
*sighs* this story is gonna be really hard for not just you guys but for me because I've struggled and am still struggling with depression and self harm ;-; so I'm sorry if at certain points it gets to intense. /.\ I may end up putting some personal experiences in here as well... which will be really hard but yeah... I hope you all enjoyed c:
comments please?! they make me really happy c: