Love thicker than blood

Chapter 3: Alex

As our relationship (platonically, of course) grew, I honestly found myself somewhat growing to like her. Her intelligence, how strong she was most emotionally and physically, her independence, it all was oddly alluring. And, as time went on, I began to learn a lot more about her, and began to notice rather odd tendencies of hers as well. Like when she would just pace around the room for a few minutes and when I'd ask her what she was doing, the only reply I ever would get was "I honestly don't know," as we would both laugh awkwardly. Not to mention she had this weird thing about the bangs that covered her left eye, never letting anyone touch them. And when they did, she would jump back a few feet and then slap them. But, there was one rather odd habit of her's that, at the time, I didn't understand.

Every night she wasn't murdering someone with me, which was more often than you think, since a body last her a whole month, she would sit atop her roof and sing for at the most five minutes. And not just any songs, no, that would be too sane. She would always sing of heartbreak, death, and overall misery. And I would always wait at the open window and listen to every single word, watching her as she dangled her feet off the ledge, often times getting up and treating her roof as her own personal stage.

I remember one night I had decided to visit her, which was not a problem since she had lent me her spare key if I was to ever kill anyone without her. I tried my best not to make a noise. But the creaking of the loose floorboards as I tip-toed as fast as one could to the stairs echoed throughout at least the entire first floor. I walked around to try and find a way to get atop the house, only to end up realizing the only way to get up was from a ladder she had told me about in her room.

It took me a while to make my way to the roof to watch her up close, but after rigorous searching, I finally made it. She was sitting on the ledge, almost crying, from what I could see at least, as she sang. "Promises are broken. Tell me, are you happy now? Drowning in the hourglass, I guess our time ran out. You don't even bother anymore! You cut to the bone, pick up the phone to hear my swan song. You don't even bother anymore! You left me alone, I'm on my own. Tell me where we went wrong..." Before she could even finish the second verse, she began to burst into tears and muffled screams as she hid her face in her hands. I began to debate to myself if I should blow my cover and go over to comfort her.

But, I soon came to realization that my best friend's state of mind was much more important than her not finding out I was technically stalking her. I slowly made my way to her, trying my best not seem awkward, but, then again, it was proven to be a rather difficult task. I mean, I was just watching her after sneaking into her house.

I stood behind her, absolutely motionless for a few seconds, and then finally sat down beside her, letting my arm sling around her shoulder. She must of felt it, as she lifted her head up from the palms, revealing an even more disselved face than usual. I moved in a tiny bit closer, our eyes meeting as we were only inches apart, and put my free hand on her cheek. She gazed upon me, rather confused by my presence, and tilted her head to the side, and asked between her sobbing "How- why... why are ya' here?" Trying my best to make my actions obvious as my cheeks began to flame up and I began to nervously rub the back of my neck. She ruffled my hair, and with a clearly fake smile, hidden behind the rivers of tears that relentlessly continued its flow, but, oddly enough, only on one side of her face, she said "Nevermind, ya' dork."

I could see in her face that she was trying her best to stay strong, not to seem like the helpless child she had told me about that she used to be before her death. We sat up there for a while, as I rested my head against her neck as she continued to sing. But this time, it was finally of love. A rather psychotic and sporadic love, but love none the less. She gazed at me while she was in the middle of the chorus, a genuine smile began to creep it's way onto her face at last as her began to turn red when I looked back at her. She averted her eyes as quickly as she could, turning her head towards the vast forest behind our houses.