I Hope You Know I Need You
I Guess I Can Live Without You, But Without You I'll Be Miserable At Best
Alex POV
I can't live with myself. Knowing I could've stopped Jack, had him hide with me at least, but no. Because of me, he's in a fucking coma. I really fucked up this time. Then again, I always seem to do. That's me, Alex Gaskarth, the hugest fuck up in the world. I know what I'm going to do. Relapse. It will be nice to see that old friend again.
I ripped open the medicine cabinet, and found a razor. I took it apart, smashing the other pieces. I found what I was looking for. The blades.
I grabbed one, ripping at my thigh. I smiled and chuckled in relief. It felt so good to feel the cool metal against my skin one more time. Before I realized what I was doing,the top part of my thigh was covered.
I gasped at the sight. It looked horrid. tThere was at least 80 lines, if not more. I grabbed the rubbing alcohol, and poured it over the wounds. I bit my shirt to stop the screaming.
That's when I heard a knock on the door. A nurse yelled in, "You alright in there?"
"Just dandy."
"Alright. Well listen, I know you love Jack, and that it's hard. And I know you want to stay by his side no matter what. But you must be starving. Let's go get breakfast, on me."
"Alright, one second." I bandaged my leg.
I walked out to see a shortish brunette girl, hair a few inches below her shoulders, and a pin in her hair, with blueish-green eyes. If I wasn't gay, I'd probably like her.
We got closer aquainted over breakfast from the cafeteria. It wasn't the best, I mean, it was hospital food.
Jane walked me back to the room where I was ready to just sit and cry more. But Jane sat with me when she could, trying to keep me company.
"Look, Jane, I know this is rude, by why are you here? Why are you wasting your time with me here?"
"I'm not wasting your time. I really enjoy your company, you're handsome, nice, funny. And mostly because I know what it was like. My brother..he went into a coma. He got into a car crash on his 18th birthday. That was five years ago. He's still in the coma..."
"I'm so sorry.." I sputtered, holding her close for a second, trying to comfort her.
That's when Jack's moniter started to beep faster, and faster. Nurses and doctors flooded in, thinking he went into cardiac arrest. Then he slowled back down, like nothing happened. I started to cry, tears wetting his bed, begging him to wake up.
That's when I heard a beautifully familiar voice. "A-a-alex?"
I can't live with myself. Knowing I could've stopped Jack, had him hide with me at least, but no. Because of me, he's in a fucking coma. I really fucked up this time. Then again, I always seem to do. That's me, Alex Gaskarth, the hugest fuck up in the world. I know what I'm going to do. Relapse. It will be nice to see that old friend again.
I ripped open the medicine cabinet, and found a razor. I took it apart, smashing the other pieces. I found what I was looking for. The blades.
I grabbed one, ripping at my thigh. I smiled and chuckled in relief. It felt so good to feel the cool metal against my skin one more time. Before I realized what I was doing,the top part of my thigh was covered.
I gasped at the sight. It looked horrid. tThere was at least 80 lines, if not more. I grabbed the rubbing alcohol, and poured it over the wounds. I bit my shirt to stop the screaming.
That's when I heard a knock on the door. A nurse yelled in, "You alright in there?"
"Just dandy."
"Alright. Well listen, I know you love Jack, and that it's hard. And I know you want to stay by his side no matter what. But you must be starving. Let's go get breakfast, on me."
"Alright, one second." I bandaged my leg.
I walked out to see a shortish brunette girl, hair a few inches below her shoulders, and a pin in her hair, with blueish-green eyes. If I wasn't gay, I'd probably like her.
We got closer aquainted over breakfast from the cafeteria. It wasn't the best, I mean, it was hospital food.
Jane walked me back to the room where I was ready to just sit and cry more. But Jane sat with me when she could, trying to keep me company.
"Look, Jane, I know this is rude, by why are you here? Why are you wasting your time with me here?"
"I'm not wasting your time. I really enjoy your company, you're handsome, nice, funny. And mostly because I know what it was like. My brother..he went into a coma. He got into a car crash on his 18th birthday. That was five years ago. He's still in the coma..."
"I'm so sorry.." I sputtered, holding her close for a second, trying to comfort her.
That's when Jack's moniter started to beep faster, and faster. Nurses and doctors flooded in, thinking he went into cardiac arrest. Then he slowled back down, like nothing happened. I started to cry, tears wetting his bed, begging him to wake up.
That's when I heard a beautifully familiar voice. "A-a-alex?"
no. stop. ok?
9/20/13