The Lie.

6th Sense

                  Alice's POV

     It was 4:57 am. Something didn't feel right at that moment. I was hoping this was just me needing to pee, and not that strange 6th sense feeling when you're right about someone behind you, or someone looking at you, or something being tragically wrong. I sprung out of bed and quickly pulled on Alex's blue flannel.

'You awake?' I texted him.

No answer. Not that I expected one, but I felt terribly worried something happened to him.

I quietly walked out of the house and took the key out of Alex's mail box. He told me to use it for emergencies. I quietly, but quickly, ran up the stairs and into Alex's room.

I screamed. Alex was laying on his bed, a bottle of pills spilled on the floor and his carpet was stained with a crimson liquid I hope wasn't blood.

But we all knew it was. His arms were covered in dry blood, but also still bleeding. It was a terrible scene. His white shirt and his pants were all bloody.

At that moment, Alex's dad came running into the room.

"Don't just look at me! We have to get him to the hospital!"

Alex's dad denied me from coming, so I forced my mom to bring me.

We were allowed to visit him, the doctors cleaned him up and had him hooked to a machine to help with all of the blood he lost.

"Alex.."

     I grabbed his ghostly pale hand that was resting on his thigh. The doctors had moved his fringe out of his hair, so now I could see both of his eyes. They were both closed, he had a small beauty mark next to his right eye, as well.

I sat there for what seemed like hours before he squeezed my hand back.

My eyes widened and I smiled.

"You're awake!"

He half-smiled at me and his hazel eyes seemed to glitter at me.

I didn't smile anymore. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Why did you do it?" I whispered.

He frowned and looked away from my gaze. He let go of my hand and he used it to adjust his fringe back into place.

"I don't know..." He replied weakly.

Don't get me wrong, I love Alex. But I hate how when he wants to avoid something he will always answer with 'I don't know'

I frowned at him.

"Alex, please." I took his hand.

"No! You think I'm feeding you an excuse!"

He tore his hand away from my grip so fast, as if I was going to burn him.

"But the thing is, I don't know. That's the thing with depression. It'll make you feel suicidal for no reason."

I feel bad now, I guess I don't really understand everything about him. I know he has depression, but I didn't know it was this bad.

"I love you."

I smashed my lips onto his. The kiss only lasted a few seconds. Alex always leaves me wanting more of him.

"When am I able to go home?" He croaked.

"I'm not sure. I'll get the doctor." I walked out of the room and to the main desk in the front room.

As soon as I did that, I saw a doctor confidently stroll into Alex's hospital room. So I walked all the way out here for nothing.

I walked back into the room and Alex motioned beside of him.

"I'll be able to leave tomorrow morning."

I had an idea, I'll take him somewhere special when he gets out.

"Perfect, also would you like to go somewhere with me tomorrow?"

"Aw, man. I'd love to, but I've got plans with my other girlfriend."

He grinned and I shook my head.

"That's too bad, there would have been food."

"Oh hey, change of plans. I'll be there."

I faked being hurt for a minute.

"Do you love me or my food?"

"What kind of question is that? I love you. Always will."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow." I kissed him on the cheek and said my goodbyes. I had a date to put together now.