Somewhere In Neverland

Nine.

Alex's P.O.V.

"Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty, but I'm smiling at everything.." I mess up a chord. "Fuck." I breathe, slightly frustrated. I miss my brother. He used to be able to help me write these songs. Jeez, why'd you have to go? I put the guitar back on the stand and lay down, face first on my pillow. "God, Alex, pull yourself together. It's been a year." I mumble into my pillow.

"A year since what?" I hear a small voice ask. I jump up, not knowing anyone else was in the room with me. I turned around to see Arabella. She was still in black skinnies and a blood stained Fall Out Boy hoodie. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the lights, but also looked sad. I frown a little.

"You have a nice voice." She says, looking down, blushing. She's too damn cute I think to myself. "Thank you," I grin and pat my bed for her to come sit down. She cautiously approaches my bed and sits on the edge, next to me. Regardless of her state, she still smelled of roses. "I want to thank you, Alex." She says. I look at her, confused. She smiles, "Yesterday. I thought Jordan was going to do something terrible to me, but you and your friends saved me. Then saved me again, that night. I wanted to die-" she started choking back on tears, but eventually they started falling. "I didn't feel I belonged anywhere. No friends at school. No friends outside of school. My mom didn't want me, my dad doesn't either. I felt alone. And I just wanted to die, and that's what I tried to do. But here, even though I barely know you all, I feel welcomed and loved. Something I haven't felt in such a long time." She stops, and I look at her, tears streaming down her face.

I immediately put my arms around her and she cries onto my shoulder. "Now, now princess" I say, imitating Jack, "everything is going to be perfectly fine. You're safe here." She giggles a little bit and slowly calms down. All of a sudden, everyone walks into my room and we do one big group hug.

"Welcome home, Arabella." I say, smiling. And everyone else hugs tighter, in agreement.

Few weeks later:

Arabella's P.O.V.

I have to admit, the past few weeks have been amazing. Me and the guys have gotten closer and I heard their band play. They were really good. I honestly consider every single one of them my family now. They are the only family I have. Me and Alex have gotten considerably close; I probably trusted him the most out of all of them. Jack was the second. I ended up meeting Rian's girlfriend from back where they used to live, Cassadee. She was really nice and spunky and damn, she had an amazing voice.

To my dismay, Jordan and Taylor have not given up on making my life a living hell. I've been keeping it all in, not telling any of the guys, but Jack was catching and knowing him, Alex would know sooner or later. Just one cut, Arabella. Relieve all your stress. It will feel tons better. The little voice in my head kept repeating this as I stood in the upstairs bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I shook my head, trying to shut it up but it didn't work.

Making sure that no one was around, luckily they were all downstairs, watching TV. I quietly tip-toed into mine and Alex's room. Yes, I'm sharing a room with Alex and no, we do not sleep in the same bed. He was really nice, he lets me have the bed while he sleeps on an air mattress across the room. I quietly open my drawer of junk (Alex nicely gave up some of his drawers for me to put it what little I had) and dig through, being as quiet as possible. Finally, I found it. "Hello, my little metal friend." I say, smiling slightly. I quickly walk back over to the bathroom and close the door.

I look in the mirror and the voice increases, telling me to just do it. I put the razor up to my wrist and slice downwards, almost making a sound as it dug into my skin. I instantly felt relaxed and calm, smiling and sitting down against the toilet, laying my head back.

"Oh...Arabella. No.."

Jack's P.O.V.

Arabella had been in the bathroom a long time, and I could see Alex was getting antsy. He kept glancing upwards towards the stairs, almost begging and pleading for her to walk down now. We were watching A Neverending Story, because Peter Pan was on next and we all knew it was Arabella's favorite Disney movie, even though she would never admit. Alex clears his throat and tries to focus on the movie, but I see his eyes go back towards the stairs. Come on Arabella, you're making him crazy.

Five minutes pass and Alex can't sit still. I sigh, getting up from my very comfortable position. "Where you headed to?" Zack asks, not looking away from the TV. I smile, knowing he secretly loved this movie. "Just gonna check on Arabella." I reply and he just shrugs his shoulders. I make my way up the stairs, seeing her running across the hall to the bathroom and silently closing the door.

My anxiety rose a little. Relax, Jack. Maybe she got her period. "Ew," I murmur and make my way towards the bathroom door. It wasn't locked, so I silently opened to see Arabella just finishing up sliding the razor off her arm. She sits down, with a small, sad smile on her face and lay's her head back onto the toilet seat.

"Oh...Arabella. No.. " I say quietly, walking in and making sure to close the door soundlessly.