I finally got to go home later that night. Jack went to his house, I went to mine. Though, I wish he was aloud to stay over, but my parents said they really needed to talk to me. The urgency in their voices notified me that I wasn’t going to like it either.
“Alex. The hospital wants to send you to therapy. And if we refuse, you get taken away from us, AND therapy.” My father said sternly.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?”
“No. This is for the best Alex...Thomas is dead, you’re having anxiety attacks..All we are is concerned.”
I clenched my fists. “I don’t want to GO! I don’t need it okay? I’m NORMAL. JUST AS NORMAL AS EVERYONE ELSE!” Tears poured down my face.
“We know Alex. But it’s for your own good. And we really have no choice.”
I ran to my room, slamming the door. My hands ran over my favorite book, that held a very important object. Should I? I really need to. A sob escaped my lips, as I picked up the very sharp razor that I got from one of my dad’s box cutters.
My skin broke easily, blood flowing everywhere. The crimson color was forever burned into my eyes. All my wrongs, all the mistakes I’ve ever made came to my mind right then.
I didn’t save Tom.
I’m making things hard for my parents.
My grades arn’t as good as they could be.
I can’t even say hi to a new person without choking up.
I’m making everyones life harder.
Maybe I should do what Tom did. Make everyones life easier.

I screamed in frustration, ripping the blade through my arm one last time. This time is was deep. Allot deeper then I’ve ever gone before.
My door opened, and Jack walked in. “Hey Alex, Your mom said you might need someone so I came over.” I had already hid my arm under my cover. He couldn’t know. He was my only friend now. I don’t want to loose him. Tears ran down my face faster then ever, and Jack ran over to my side, patting my back. “Hey Lex. It’ll be okay. Everything gets better.” His eyes trailed down to my blanket, and he gasped. I looked down, seeing the blood seeping through the cover really quick. “Alex you didn’t..” He flipped over the covers, seeing my arm. “ALEX! This is not the way to deal with things!!” He dragged me out of the room, into my bathroom.

“J-jack..” I managed to croak out. “D-don’t tell my mom. She’ll only send me to more therapy.” He kissed my head.
“Alex, I promise I’m going to help you through this. I’ll do anything in my power to help you.”
That was enough to send me over the edge. My crying became very hard, and I hugged Jack with everything I had. No one has ever told me something like that. No one ever sticks around long enough to do it.
Jack wrapped his arms around me, allowing me to cry into his chest.

When he got me cleaned up, and I got my covers in the washer to get rid of evidence, we sat down to watch some videos. Mostly Blink 182 interviews.
They were are inspiration.
“Hey Jack, I want to show you something.” His head snapped in my direction.
“What is it?”
My eyes skimmed over the new song I wrote in the hospital. “I-it’s a song I wrote.” Jack passed me my guitar. “Sing it to me.”
I played a few opening chords, and finally gained the courage to use my voice.


Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye -
it could be for the last time and it's not right.
"Don't let yourself get in over your head," he said.
Alone and far from home we'll find you...


My voice was soft, until I really started getting into it, belting the lyrics.

Dead - Like a candle you burned out;
spill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words.
Scream - To be heard, like you needed any more attention;
throw the bottle, break the door, and disappear.


Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."

Forever's never seemed so long as when you're not around
it's like a piece of me is missing.
I could have learned so much from you but what's left now?
Don't you realize you shot this family a world of pain?
Can't you see there should have been a happy ending we let go?

By this time, I was almost sobbing.

Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."

Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to s...

Sing me to sleep (You've taken so much with you...)
I'll see you in my dreams, (But left the worst with me...),
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I looked up at Jack. He was in tears, and I put down my guitar. He leaped into my arms.
“Alex that song was the definition of emotion. Beautiful.” He kissed my hair, hugging me tightly.
I sobbed into his chest again.
“Jack, I may have only known you for two days. But I already care so much about you.’ I sobbed, my body shaking violently. “I care about you to Alex.”
“But you’ll leave someday. Everyone always leaves!” I gripped his shirt hard enough to where my knuckles turned white. I was so frustrated. To the point where I may just do something stupid later on.
“Shh. Alex, I’ll never leave you. I’d love to stick around, and learn things about you forever. Because you already are the most interesting person I know.” My tears finally slowed down, and
I some how started drifting to sleep in his arms. I really was tired, exhausted actually.

~

I woke up to a snoring Jack. His arms were around me, and I was snuggled into his chest. It must of happened while we were asleep.
I squirmed out of his arms, running out to the living room. My mom and dad were no where in sight. Then I heard footsteps from behind me, and a low yawn.
“G’morning Gaskarth.” Jacks hair was a complete mess. I giggled at it, and he smoothed it down with his hands. “Yea my hair is pretty stupid in the mornings.” He chuckled.
He made breakfast for the both of us, and he went to his house to get ready for the date.


Nothing. To. Wear.
An annoyed groan left my lips, and bounced off the walls. “You gotta be kidding me.” I whimpered.
It literally took me an hour to even find the clothes I was going to wear. Once they were picked out, I brushed my hair and threw a beanie on. But before I walked out the door I saw one of Toms old shirts.
I froze in place, tears coming to my eyes. “I miss you...” Whispering to the peice of clothing to the floor, I ran out the door, slamming it behind me. Jack was leaned against the railing infront of my door. “You take forever to get ready.” He smirked.
“Well I couldn’t find anything good to wear. i had to dig all the way to the back of my closet.”
He laughed. “All for me! I’m flattered.” He put his hand over his heart, and I flicked his nose. “Oh hush.”

We climbed into Jacks car. He promised me before we left that today was going to make up for any bad events that has happened. I find it sweet that he’s really trying to care, and show me he’s trying.

*Jack*


I took him on a picnic, which was held in a very isolated place so he didn’t have to worry about his anxiety. Just me and him.
In the middle of the woods, there was a big space. But it was as if someone cleared it on purpose, not something natural. It was still gorgeous.
I already had everything set up. My mom made sandwiches, drinks, pudding, and other really good stuff. After eating, we stayed there until night came around.
I grabbed Alexs hand, pulling him further into the woods. When we got to the next opening, there was a lake with a deck. I took a seat on the wooden platform, patting the space next to me for Alex to sit.
“Jack..This is nice. I love it.” He took a seat next to me, kissing my cheek. I hope I was taking his mind off of everything going on. I really wanted him to just enjoy a night out.