Alex Jones- Paul Dano

Scared

Alex slumped in the shower, his head hanging from all of the pain that had just been inflicted onto him.
He heard Keller walk down the stairs. Keller stomped viciously, Alex knew he had no remorse for what he was doing to him.
Alex let out a small whimper, trying to be quiet so he does not get the water again.
"Alex? Alex Jones?"
A familiar voice called out to him.
Alex raised his head, placing his bloodied hands onto the wooden door that keeps him locked in that closed off shower.
"It's me officer Loki. Do you remember me? We know you're here. We aren't going to hurt you!"
The officers voice had a panic to it.. Alex blamed himself for the panic.
Alex let out a loud whimper, it slowly turned into a shriek.
All the police men ran over to where Alex was hiding, officer Loki picking up a hammer and pulling away the parts of wood.
Alex turned his head from the light, his eyes hurt too much to handle the light.
"Help..me"
Alex softly said, he didn't want the water again. Officer Loki looked at Alex, he looked at his tattered clothes, the harsh burns that covered layers of bruises and cuts, he looked at the boys hair that had been falling out due the stress and heat of the inclosed room.
Loki let out a hand, hoping Alex would take it, and Alex did.
Alex turned his head slowly and took the man's hand.
Loki pulled on Alex, trying to not cause anymore harm on the poor boys hands.
"It's going to be okay, you're safe now"
Alex quickly grabbed onto Loki, forcing the two men into a hug. He whimpered loudly, tears streaming down his face.
Loki didn't know how to react, he wanted to hug back but he didn't want to hurt Alex.
Loki shushed Alex, "It's alright.. it's alright.. you're going to be safe now."
Loki had a look of sincerity on his face.
Alex knew he could trust him.
"Let's get you out of here now, okay?
Alex nodded and they made their way out of the small bathroom. Alex looked around, he had forgotten if he had ever been in the other rooms of the houses.
He could barely make out anything but it was still interesting. He traced his hands along the walls, he sometimes even stopped walking just to trace his fingers along the cracks in the paper.
The sensations in his hands fascinated him, the feelings brought a sort of comfort to him.
Like he was back at.. his real home.
Real home? What was he thinking? Probably just thinking of when he lived with his parents before his Aunt.. how strange.
He could not seem to remember his parents anymore.
Did his Aunt ever show him photos of them? Or tell him stories of their life?
Too much to think about.
The officers brought him to a little bed inside of a big car with flashing lights, he was instructed to lay down, so he did.
The bed was not comfy. He did not like laying there but oh well they told him to do it so he continued to lay.

A few minutes pass, the car stops, and the people bring him into a place called a 'Hospital.'
Oh Alex knows what those are, it's all starting to make some sense. They must be going to help his wounds!
He is brought inside by the officers, into a nice bed with nice clean clothes.
He closed his eyes, sinking into the bed, and he slowly.. drifted... to sleep.
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Author:
Hey I hope you liked this story, I might continue writing it idk This is one of those moments where I could actually write.
I love yaaaaaa
Bye!