Alex's POV
*TRIGGER WARNING*
**one week later**
Do you ever get that feeling that somethings wrong, you can just feel it? That's how I felt. I sprung up from my sleep and clicked on my phone. 3:27am.
I could feel that something was wrong, I didn't know what, though.
I quietly walked into the bathroom, as if my feet had a mind of their own. I flicked on the light and squinted from the brightness. I looked in the mirror at myself. My hazel eye looked red and puffy, like I had been crying. But I haven't. I opened the cabinet behind the mirror and saw something silver glisten in the light. Something I haven't touched since before I met Alice.
My razor blade sat between two bottles of antidepressants. I grabbed the blade and creaked the cabinet closed. Then, after siting on the side of the tub I ran the blade horizontally across my arm a couple of times, satisfying my needs to see my blood trickle down my arm and into the bathtub, then going over them vertically. I mimicked my actions to the other arm, that one being messier because I was using my non dominate hand.
I walked to my room and took a handful of antidepressants. I watched as the cuts bleed drip by drip onto the pure, white and gray carpet. Mixing it with tiny, red droplets. My black pants and the bottom of my white shirt was stained with the sticky, Crimson liquid. I smiled and collapsed onto the dark gray comforter I owned, staining it with the Crimson liquid.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Was all I heard before I passed out.
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A/N- it's short, I know. But the next chapter will make up for that.
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The Lie.
RomanceAlex and Alice have a wonderful, fluffy relationship. Too bad it's all based on a lie. Would it make a difference if Alice found out? Would she still love Alex? (I'm really bad at intros oops.)
