I'd been locked up in Alex's house for three days now. He fed me, dressed me and raped me every day it seems bad but I guess it could be worse, he's not yelling or hitting me as much as before and on the odd occasion he lets Baz and Peyton see me, or lets me go into his back garden which is where I am right now.
I was dressed in one of Alex's shirts and a pair of his boxers today, sometimes he lets me wear more clothes others he insists on less. Baz was chasing Peyton around the garden occassionally coming and nuzzling me I don't know where Alex was but usually he's out in the garden keeping an eye on me. The house looked pretty quiet but as I looked I saw a sillouette in the bathroom window. Suddenly it drops and almost as if Baz was looking he's howling out and running to the house. I get up off the ground and cautiously make my way for the bathroom. I can hear laboured breathing from outside the door so carefully I turn the handle and open it.
Everything's red whether its the hand prints on the walls or the droplets on the floor there was barely a surface untouched by the thick red blood. Alex was lying on the floor muttering, chanting perhaps? His arms were the most covered in blood, his hips, thighs, ankles and neck were all a close second he was just lying still, in a pair of bloodstained grey boxers.
"A-Alex?" I knelt beside him
"Why do you even care?" he rolled over onto his side. "I'm the monster that took you away from everything you love. Why don't you just go and leave me to die on my bathroom floor? I mean no true rockstar passes thirty."
"Alex please just don't give up like this. Remember your fans? They need you, they need you so they don't do this!" I cried.
"Are you crying?" he asked.
"Yes, because even though I don't want to be here I don't want to see you die either. Please can I just have a phone so I can call an ambulance for you? I promise I'll stay right by your side the whole time. If they put you to sleep I'll be there when you wake up I promise."
Alex leaned over to the pile of clothes and pulled out his phone handing it to me. "One call." he nodded.
I phoned for an ambulance and gave Alex his phone back "The key's in the bread bin."
I went down and unlocked the door and I just froze, I could run away now I'm free. But Alex needed help, I couldn't just leave him up there I mean what if the paramedics couldn't hear him when they got here. What if he just bled out right there with no one with him. All alone? No. He's trusted me enough and what if there's something wrong with him like mentally? I turned around and headed back up to the bathroom.
"Sing." I demanded "If you're going to keep awake you'll sing."
"So demanding. Any song in particular."
"Just sing."
"Time to lay claim to the evidence
Fingerprints sold me out
But our footprints washed away from the docks downtown
It's been getting late for days
And I think myself deserving of a little time off
We can kick it here for hours
And just mouth off about the world
And how we know it's going straight to hell
Pass me another bottle, honey
The Jager's so sweet
But if it keeps you around then I'm down
Meet me on Thames Street
I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold you look so fierce, but I'm warm enough
Because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars
I should have known better than to call you out
(On a night like this, a night like this)
If not for you, I know I'd tear this place to the ground
(But I'm alright like this, alright like this)
I'm gonna roll the dice before you sober up and get gone
(I'm always in over my head)
Thames Street
I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold you look so fierce, but I'm warm enough
Because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars
Time to lay claim to the evidence
Fingerprints sold me out
But our footprints washed away
I'm guilty, but I'm safe for one more day
Overdressed and underage (what a let down)
"Do you really need to see an ID? "
This is embarrassing as hell (what a let down)
But I can cover for it so well
When we're six feet under the stars
Thames Street
I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold you look so fierce, but I'm warm enough
Because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars
Six feet under the stars
Six feet under the stars" Alex looked exhausted but at least he was awake still.
"Hello?"
"Up here!" I yelled.
Two paramedics came in and did all they needed to before loading him into the ambulance Alex had a suprisingly strong grip on my hand. All the way to the hospital until he had to be taken and treated he'd held my hand.
"Naomie?" I turned to face the familiar face I'd missed.
