Hospital For Souls (Jalex)

Alex's P.O.V.

I jumped awake, screaming my dead older brother's name.

The door flew open and a nurse rushed in.

"Alex, sweetie," she said, "focus on me. Focus on my voice."

The image of my brother on the ground was burned into my brain. I screamed louder and started crying. I screamed for Tom to wake up, but he never did. Every single time, he never woke up.

Another nurse rushed in.

"Should I get an injection ready?"

"No. Go wake Jack. We need him in here. Now!"

I couldn't stop screaming and crying. My older brother- my best friend- was gone.

The door opened again, and, suddenly, I was being hugged.

Almost immediately, I felt so safe and stopped screaming. A hand rubbed my back soothingly, and, eventually, I stopped crying.

I opened my eyes, and saw dark hair with a blond streak.

"Jack," I whispered.

He raised his head and smiled at me.

I pulled him closer and hugged him tight. "Thanks," I whispered.

I felt him smile. Jack was adorable.

He pulled away, rubbing his eyes.

Tired.

"Get some sleep, Jack. I'll be okay."

He nodded sleepily and the nurse escorted him back to his room.

"Do you plan on going back to sleep Alex?" The nurse asked.

I shook my head no.

"Would you like to play your guitar?"

"Yes," I said quietly.

"Okay. Let's go."

I got out of bed and followed the nurse to the music room. My mom had brought my guitar after asking if it was ok. They even kept it in a special place so I was the only one who used it.

The nurse got my guitar out of the cabinet. She watched me tune it, making sure I didn't hurt myself, and sat in a chair while I played.

I looked through my book of guitar tabs, unsure of what to play.

After flipping pages for a while, I settled on the song I'd been working on since my first day here; Therapy.

I had some lyrics written down, but I alway got self-conscious when there was someone listening to me sing, so I just played the chords.

"That sounded really good, Alex," the nurse said.

"Thanks," I mumbled, blushing.

I didn't know what else to play, so I just strummed some chords for a while.

"It's 8 o'clock," the nurse finally said. "Time to go eat."

I reluctantly handed her my guitar and put my tab book away. I watched her lock my guitar away, and followed her toward the cafeteria.

Jack was sitting all alone in a corner.

I grabbed some food and went to join him.

You okay, he signed.

Jack was mute and we both spent our fist couple of months learning sign language. We knew the basic signs, but we mostly made up out own. He used a pen and paper when talking to everyone else. It made our bond a special one.

"I'm fine," I reassured him. "I played my guitar for a while. Want to listen later?"

Jack nodded and I grinned like an idiot.

I was worried about you, Jack signed. I barely slept after they took me away.

"Don't worry, Jack," I chuckled. "We're not going anywhere."

I grinned as he chuckled silently.

AN:
Wow. Two updates in one day. This is what happens when you have no friends. Lol.

Stay creepy.
-haunted_rebel