Alone In The Dark (a Thomas Brodie-Sangster fanfic)

CHAPTER 5: Drowning

My eyes widen. A sickening pain hit my stomach like a bullet. "But it's ok. I forgive you. I'm just glad you're ok. I was being a dick. I didn't mean what I said. I was the selfish one." Amalie says, trying to lighten the mood. A beautiful smile swept across her face. All I did was stare. Not saying a word. She looked at her watch "Shoot. I've got to go. I'll be back in about an hour. Please don't leave. You can help yourself to food and drinks. Just don't leave. Please?" The door closed and I was left alone. I sat there for a bit. Confused and guilty. I got up and went into the kitchen. The colour was a turquoise and the counter tops were black. The fridge was at the opposite end of the room. I waked over and looked through. I saw some beers and took a few out. The memories flooded back but I tried to ignore them. My arm was starting to ache again and by now I probably stank. The beers were gone within 10 minutes. The pain was slowly getting worst. An hour passed and Amalie wasn't back. Maybe she's leaving me. What if she hates me and is escaping. Stupid thoughts and doubts flooded into my head. Why was I so bloody sensitive. I checked my armpits. They reeked! I went to the bathroom and ran my self a bath. It was a two bedroom house. Maybe she has a boyfriend but they're not comfortable sleeping together. I could tell what room belonged to Amalie and what room was his. His room was brown and grey and didn't have much furniture. It stank of alcohol and there were empty bottles under his bed. Amalie's room had Mint green and baby blue walls. She had shelves filled with books and DVDs. Her wardrobe was big but it was empty inside. There was a box under her bed but I didn't dare look at it.

My bath was ready. I got some more beers and brought them in with me. The water burnt my body but I didn't do anything about it. I rested my head on the wall and sat in silence. Memories of me and Isabel started to attack me. All the good times. At the beach. Our first date. The happy times. Then I remembered Mark. The man who stole her away from me. He ripped my heart out and squashed it. Tears threatened to come. The pain in my arm was unbearable. Tears rolled down my face, dripping into the water. Everything had to happen to me. Then there was Amalie. She was beautiful. But I hurt her. She acts like she doesn't care but I know she does. All the beers were gone. I still want to leave this place, but I can't go back to the bridge. Of course! I felt so stupid. I'm lying in my death bed. The room is steamy so I leave a message on the window. I get back into the boiling bath. I hold my breath and lay down. This is it. This could be the end of my suffering.