We don't belong here

Jacks POV

When I woke up Alex wasn't in the room.
But I heard something out in the corridor.
"Please, I just want the guitar." Alex said.
"You can't Alex. After breaking the TV last night everything is a reliability for you." The nurse said.
"So what I had a turn, I'm better now. I wouldn't break the guitar everyone knows I love the bloody guitar more than anything and I wouldn't break it." Alex said pathethiclly for him.
The nurse sighed.
"Fine, but if you break it your buying a new one." She said.

Alex came back running into with the guitar with a huge smile on his face.
"You play?" He asked me.
I nodded.
"Awesome." He said and came and sat on my bed and passed me the guitar.
I took it and started to play whatever came into my head.
It was Blink-182 Misisng you for some reason.
Alex looked at me.
"You know Blink?" He asked.
"Yeah. I don't live under a rock you know." I said.
He chuckled.
"I take it you know Blink then?" I asked.
"Yeah, I was gonna see them live and everything but then this happened." He said and pointed to the scar on his neck.
I looked at it.
I gave Alex the guitar and he sat more on my bed and sat crossed legged.

He played quietly while I summoned the balls to ask about the scar round his neck.
"What happened?" I asked.
He stopped and looked at me.
"What happened?" I asked again.
"What the neck scar?" He asked and put the guitar down.
"Yeah." I said.
"Well, when my mother left I was stuck with my dad. Long story short the stuff he did pushed me over the edge and I grabbed a knife and slit my throat." He said and looked down and thought about something.
"Then why aren't you dead?" I asked.
"Wasn't deep enough and I did it out on the streets which was stupid." He said quietly.
I looked at him as he ran his finger along the scar.
I moved forward and pulled him into a hug which he returned.

I was playing the guitar while Alex was writing something down in his notebook.
He looked at me pulled a face and went back to writing again.
I rolled my eyes and carried on playing the guitar.
"Jack pass us the guitar." Alex said wwhich made me jump.
Alex chuckled as I passed him the guitar.
"Maybe I'm a fucking waste,
Filling up the empty space,
I've been here way too long,
Oh, yeah, oh , yeah "
He sang and stopped and thought about what he had sung.
I thought about it as well.

"How long have you been here for then?" I asked.
"I've been coming backwards and forwards to this shithole since I was 14." He said thinking about something.
"How old are you then?" I asked.
"I am 19. How about you?" He asked.
"Really? You shouldn't be locked away in this place, you should be out and enjoying yourself." I said.
"And I'm 18." I added.
"Can say the same to you." He said quietly.
"Yeah but at least I've done stuff before being locked away. Have you even done anything?" I asked.
Alex laughed.
"Why do you think I behave so well?" He asked.
That confused me.
"You haven't though." I said.
"Ah but that's because I'm having trouble control my head and the stuff I do. But when I am, I am trusted to be let out and be with society which means I get let out of this place which then means I can get fucked out my face and fuck as many blokes I can find." He smiled.
It was like everything he does is all a plan.
Wait he said fuck as many blokes.
"You gay?" I asked bluntly.
"Correct, how about you? Your a mystery. I like mysteries, it means I have to work to get to know stuff. Which can both be good and deadly." He said and looked at me up and down.
I swear he has multiple personality disorder or something.
"Gay, and I'm staying as a mystery." I said and got up and walked out the room.

I was sat in the window watching the snow fall.
"Shut up, why do you always fuck things up?" Alex said to himself.
He didn't say anything in reply.
"No, I want to get better I want to get out of here. Leave me alone!" He shouted and slammed the door shut.
Then a load of nurses rushed over to our room and Alex came out.
He came over to me and pulled me out the window which made me full on the floor.
"The fuck." I muttered and got up.
"Alex don't, you better than this." A nurse said.
"I'm not even him so fuck off!" He shouted and pushed the nurse over.
I got up and looked at him.
He came over and punched me hard.
"What the fuck!" I said and looked at him hard.
He punched me again.
I got up and punched him as hard as I could in the stomach.
He doubled over in pain.
"Jack! Don't you start!" Another nurse.
"Fuck off." I growled and walked off.

I was sat in my room on the floor as I felt like it.
Touching my face every so often which hurt but I needed some pain.
Alex walked into the room and kneel in front of me and looked at my face.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck look at what you made me do. You made me hurt him." He said and got up and sat on his bed with his back to me.
I heard him sobbing.
I got up and sat next to him and pulled him close to me.
"That's why I can't leave this place." He said quietly.
"I'm sorry Jack, it wasn't even me." He said and looked at me.
"Who was it then?" I asked.
"Elie." He whispered and looked back down.
"Who's he?" I asked.
"He makes me hurt people. He doesn't like it when I start to like someone. He gets jealous." He said.
He looked at me and traced his finger along the brusie I had on my cheek.
"I'm sorry. " He mumbled.
"I'm sorry for punching you in the stomach." I said quietly.
"I desvered it after all I did punch you twice for no reason." He smiled.
I chuckled.

I moved and led down on his bed.
Alex did the same and messed with the tassel things which was on my hoodie.
"Aren't you scared of me?" Alex asked quietly.
"A little." I said.
Alex didn't say anything but moved closer to me.
I was slowly falling asleep when I felt Alex move and kiss my forehead.
"I'm sorry Jack, I'm sorry your scared of me." He whispered and messed with my hair.
I sighed and was in a deep sleep.

Notes

Ohh dear. .