Bad Enough For You (Alex Gaskarth Fan Fiction)

Words Cannot Describe This

Hey so I reset my laptop so I'm writing from the website instead of word so that's why the layout might end up being a little different. I've been waiting for this chapter for the longest time and I hope you all enjoy! Also, it means so much that I hit 5k reads. Honestly. Writing is an absolute passion and without all of you I would not have come to love it even more. I appreciate all your reading, votes and comments so very much!

A faint sound echoes in my ears but I find it nearly impossible to open my eyes. Due to this apparent disability, my hearing is excelling past the norm. I recognize it to be a mechanical beeping and soon, I recognize there to be several of them bouncing off the walls in my ears. The repetitive beeping becomes a bore so I attempt to focus in on other noises. I hear the slight woosh of the air conditioner in the room and I suddenly realize how cold I am.

Pushing the thought out of my mind, I reach for more sounds. Where exactly am I? There's not really a lot of other sounds other than an occasional pitter patter that I assume to be feet. But whose?

I start getting frustrated. Why can't I open my eyes? What is that beeping that insists on driving me absolutely insane?

While I continue to frustrate myself, I start to remember the last few things I can.

I'm dead. I have to be. He drugged me and now I can't open my eyes. Oh God, I'm dying. I've got to wake up. I can't leave Alex like this. I can't. He'll be broken.

Then I remember her. He has her, and she is manipulating him. She was part of Ashton's sick plan. I've got to save Alex. They'll go after him. Alex seems to be head over heels for her, though. He'd never believe me, not after what I did to him. He hates me with such a passion that I would never had thought he possessed. Even so, I can't be selfish. I have to try. Even if he never forgives me, I still love him. I need to do this. I need to live.

I try again to open my eyes and I feel them twitch slightly but not even a sliver of light can creep through my closed lids. I decide to focus on other parts of my body. My fingers and my toes seem like a good place to start. I'm right handed, so I think my right hand would respond easier than my left would or my feet, considering it is more coordinated.

I focus all of my energy on my hand but something is weighing it down. I feel my finger twitch slightly, and the weight leaves my hand. I whimper in response through closed lips. This whole "not being able to function" thing is getting on my nerves. I'm scared.

Just as the weight left, I heard and intake of breath. Somebody is here. Somebody is holding my hand. Somebody cares. Not everyone hates me. I feel tears brim my closed eyes and I wish more than anything that I could open them and jump into the arms of this figure.

"Riley?" It calls. And I know who it is. I feel the voice begin to pull me back to reality. My legs and arms no longer feel like weights pressing into me. They feel lighter. Oh, please speak again. I need you. "Ri?" With each syllable that rolls off of the tongue and into my ears, I feel life being breathed back into me. Once more!

"Riley!" It shouts and I feel my eyes start to search the dark lids for an exit. Open! I shout at myself. I've got to see this. I've got to know that I am alive. I am here. I am not dead. I am resilient. I feel the weight on my hand again, but it is much tighter now, even I'd call it pressure. With every muscle in my body and every drop of excitement I focus on that hand and use it to pull myself from this dark cave. I squeeze back and I feel my finger wrap around a hand.

The weight is no longer a weight but a hand. Fingers press down around my palm and I feel every tiny indent and line on them. I squeeze with all the strength left in me and the voice calls to me again delicately this time. I feel heat near my face and the smell of the familiar aftershave gives it away. I am safe. He is here. I am alive.