Save Me.

Storm.

America had drifted to sleep not long after. Outside the storm continued to rage. Absentmindedly I played with his hair, lost in my thoughts. As time went on my eyes began to droop, sleep overcoming me.
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~Alfred~

I yawned and blinked open my eyes. My pillow was breathing... I sat up to see Iggy asleep, under me. With a faint blush, I got up and tested the electricity. Working. Giving a relieved sigh I went into the kitchen to brew some coffee. There was another meeting scheduled for today and I seriously did not want to go.

When the coffee was finished I brought it over to the table, setting it down. I sat in the hard chair and stared at the warm drink. It didn't seem appetizing, I knew I should drink it, I also knew I should be eating more, but like the eating I didn't.

Blinking I took the coffee to the sink, dumping it. Shaking my head I went to the couch.

"Iggy, you gotta get up." I told him.

"No." He groaned, not moving.

"If you don't get up I'm going to lick your face." I warned, he didn't move. I leaned down and dragged my tongue up his cheek. He jumped up, a disgusted look on his face.

"You bloody git that was disgusting!" He yelled, ranting. Something like this should have made me laugh, but now all I could muster was a weak smile. Still grumpy he stood, "I need to go back to my hotel to get my clothes." He muttered, grouchily.

"You can just wear more of mine." I stated, mentally listing all the pairs of skinny jeans I have. "I have the perfect outfit."

He gave me a look, which I promptly ignored, going to my room. Quickly I dressed into my own clothes- jeans, a white long sleeve, and my jacket. When finished I searched my closet for a certain pair of pants. Got them.

Iggy was in the kitchen, making tea. "I got the clothes." I stated, holding them out. He sighed, glaring at me. Grumbling he took them and went to the bathroom.

When he returned my eyes instantly scanned over his body. The pants I loaned him had the right side, down to the knee, blue with white stars. The rest of that leg and the whole other leg were red and white striped; the American flag. His shirt, on the other hand, was the British flag. His face was very unamused.

"Now those, make your butt look amazing!" I told him. He gave me a very scary glare and crossed his arms.

"I really hate you right now." He walked past me, to his tea. I sat at the table and watched him.

"Alfred." He said, suddenly serious. "I noticed there was a towel covering your mirror."

Oh, that. "It broke, so I covered it." I responded. Technically it was the truth.

"How did it break?" He asked.

Now that, I did not want to answer. "There was an accident."

~Flashback: A week ago.~

Tears rushed down my face, falling onto the sink below. My knuckles were white from gripping said sink to hard.

"WHY CAN'T I BE GOOD ENOUGH!?" I screamed, voice hoarse from an earlier attempt to choke the tears back. Slowly, breathing hard from anger, I glared at my reflection. I hated it, what this mirror was showing me. Overcome by the anger, I pulled back by arm, crashing my fist into the reflective surface. The glass shattered, cracks spiraling outward and pieces smashing down onto the sink. My hand was spotted with chunks that had lodged into my flesh, blood spilling around them.

A choked sob escaped my lips as I sunk to the floor. The tears pouring from my eyes changed from ones of anger to ones of sadness. No pain could be felt in my hand, for my body had gone numb. Curling into a ball on the tile, cradling my injured hand, I closed my eyes. The only existing pain from the lonesome empty feeling in my chest.

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Iggy looked at me, but didn't pry. From his face I could tell he didn't quite believe me.

"I have an extra toothbrush in case you want to brush your teeth." I said, changing the subject.

"Thank you." He mumbled, standing. We walked into the bathroom and from under the sink I grabbed him a red toothbrush. He took it with a slight nod and I left.

While waiting for him I sat on the couch, watching the news. Yesterday there had been a reported 478 suicides throughout the states. I sighed, leaning my head back.

I felt like I wanted to do something, but there was nothing I wanted to do. I didn't want to watch the TV, or go to the meeting. I didn't want to eat or go outside. At the same time I didn't want to be inside. I didn't want to sit here, but I also didn't want to move.

Iggy came out of the bathroom, and I couldn't help but smile. Even though this day felt bad, his existence made it a little better. Like the sun peaking through the clouds during a rainstorm.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked, looking at me. In response I shrugged. He walked over, leaning down slightly to turn the TV off. As he did so I let out a whistle, causing him to quickly stand and turn around. His face was trying to look angry, but was to flustered to be able to.

"Lets go." He mumbled, walking to the door. With a frown he poked at his still soggy shoes. I stood and walked over, grabbing a pair of black converses from the shoe rack.

"Here." I said handing them over, "wear these." He looked at them distastefully, but wore them without a word.

Together we headed out, walking the mile to the meeting place.

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