*Jacks POV*

Floating in the abyss of darkness, I'm in a void of self loathing and embarrassment.
Where am I exactly? All i see is black with a slight bright light fuzzed around my peripheral vision, Drifting on a private cloud nine of numbness, I could hear every thought next to me as if i had a double who spoke my mind. I opened my hallow eyes to see myself, my real self, laid next to me. I steadied myself and managed to find my bearings to stand and walk in the thick air. I was wearing a hospital gown and hooked up to tons of different tubes, The bags under my lower eyelids were heavy. My skin looked as pale as frost. My cheekbones were almost visible from the weight I'd lost, how long have i been in this hellish pit, I don't remember looking so sickly. However I don't remember much, the last image I saw was Alex's face slipping into a haze. I scrunched my eyes together as memories began to flood back to quickly for my mind to catch them causing a pain in my temple, The true realisation was painful every second of those days came flooding back to me causing overwhelming fear and misery, I opened my eyes and looked down at myself, I was still wearing the same clothes from my last few moments.

I felt more alert now in my hazy state than I ever had before in my life, I looked on my shirt to find blotches of blood and food down it. I sighed, as I did a sharp pain was triggered at the back of my head, i put my hand on the tender area to feel a wet and tangled mess in the midst of my matted hair, i brought my hand back around to see crimson red smeared across my hand. I was instantly a little shocked and took and fearful step back but as I did so, I felt my self slipping back into the chasm as i slow motion began to crash threw what i thought would be the floor i felt my self being soaked to the bone, I wasn't going through the ground I was swirling in a pool of my own blood, I was mortified and panicking, I could feel my heart rate going down at an uncontrollable rate as i became numb and allowed the vital fluid to swarm every inch of my body as i drifted into apathy.

Moments later I felt reversed, my ticker was beating a mile a minute and I was soaring down through my atmosphere, my body immediately curled into a ball and allowed nature to take it's toll.

Before I could even finish my thought, everything stopped and went back to normal, I slowly crept out my fetal position and calmly opened my eyes to find myself in a bright room with a window and a door in front of me, i relaxed all my muscles and looked in confusion at the sudden change in scenery, I turned around to reveal a bed, a table and a comfy chair. I cautiously walked over to bed to find my comatose self laid flat on my back with the same tube pumping oxygen into my lungs. I had to take a seat just to comprehend everything, one million question racing through my mind.

Why am here? Am I dead? Why can i see my deathly body being pumped full of drugs and why can't I do anything?

I began to believe my subconscious must have left my body, I'm close to death, and my soul is slowly leaving my young occupied shell, leaving it to die and rot way, unaware of the fight it needs to keep.

I pace my room and present my mind with theories of why I'm here until I'm feeling shattered, I haven't slept properly in months and I am only just starting to feel it, I feel exhausted and need sleep, but how can you sleep if your just a phantom of your own imagination, is this real? or is just want I want to believe?

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I carry on pacing for another few minutes until my knees give in and buckle beneath me causing my collapse to the floor, I don't have to energy to rise so i stay there and begin to drop off when I hear the door being slowly creaked open, a familiar face pokes from the frame. His cheeks are red and his eyes are puffy, His sniffles indicate crying and his aura gives away sadness. The grim looking figure takes a seat next to my body and holds my hand, his touch is so warm and reassuring, his thumb trails across the back of my soft hand, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside, and although i'm not in my body I can still feel every bit of pressure. His eyes are fixated on the floor for a minute before his tear stained face looks up to me and thats when I realise who it is. He looks so melancholy, his eyes are lacking that spark and have been replaced with a dull gloss over those beautiful brown pupils. He stutterers a little before saying...

“Hey Jack, It’s me Alex, you really put up quite a fuss didn’t you, I mean god today, I took a ride in a police car and ambulance, I got to sit in an interview room and got to feel mega awkward by two men in suits, and Its only 6:30 you do like to cause chaos don’t ya” He started to do that little giggle that i've grown quite fond of before he plastered his deeply depressing emotion back onto himself. Why is he here, I'm just the weirdo who had a weird fit and ran away, why did he come get me, fuck... this is so stressful.

“But although your like a walking little… well not little your taller than me… although you’re a walking tall disaster Jack Barakat, I also now know you must be very lonely so I’m gonna be here for you cause I bet your gonna need someone to keep you company in your deep sleep. And if you don’t want me here then you better wake up and tell me otherwise your stuck with me till you object" I couldn't help but laugh to myself thinking,
'Even if i could tell you to leave I wouldn't' I chuckled under my deathly breath before my head slammed upwards and my eyes widened, What does he mean deep sleep...

"I know you can’t hear me, but that slight chance that you can" Smart guy, I can hear you loud and clear.

"I’m gonna come to the hospital as much as I can, I’ll bring music and movies, I’ll decorate your room with things from your dorm, I’ll make this place feel like a home from home with an added bonus which is me, so count yourself lucky that I’m feeling generous" Awe man that must mean he has a spare key to my dorm, Alex! don't go snooping, you wouldn't like what you may find, then again it'll be nice to have some friendly company and things to feel more at home, what a nice gesture.

As i was joking about with myself, pretending he could here me, i saw one of his eyebrows raise with a confused look on his face, he let go of my sweaty palm and began muttering under his breath while smiling and pulling down my sheet, then moving to my right sleeve and rolling it up, I didn't have time to question why, I just felt my heart flutter with anxiety as he started moving to my left arm, he slowly pulled the sleeve up about 1/5 before stopping and staring at the scars that cluttered my wrist, purple, red and blue lumps stuck out my skin like a sore thumb. i let out a sigh of embarrassment, this wasn't meant to happen, nobody was supposed to know.

Alex took a few steps back from my lifeless body, I looked at his sorrowful face that now had a shower of tears tearing through his perfect skin burning a hole in my heart. Seconds later i saw him reach for his bag and run as fast as he could away from me, I was left there feeling alone and exhausted, mentally and physically, I don't know why i cared, I'm used to being alone, but maybe it's because for a second, just a second i thought maybe Alex might actually want to get to know me and might actually care. Guess it'd be wrong for the universe to let me be happy for once.

I'm ready to die now you bastards! Someone just end this crazy feeling!

Notes

I know not many people really care that i've been gone for like 2 month, but I feel my personal reason is valid, I'm sorry to anyone who has been reading though, i know it's not a very long chapter, but there wasn't too much to say cause I felt like I need to get this in there but I don't really want to drag it out too much cause from now on it's mainly going to be Alex's POV

(I know this might not be necessary, but if this chapter confuses anyone, just message me or comment and I'll try explain it to the best of my ability haha)

Alex~