Divergent

27

Don't point out any mistakes.:3

Also, warning. This chapter deals with suicide. Remember that I love all so much.<3

Mitch couldn't understand what was going on.

All he knew was that Alex was sleeping peacefully on their front yard, nothing more or nothing less. Everyone besides him were crying once they saw Alex, their cheeks stained with tears. He couldn't understand why everyone did cry though. Who cried over someone taking a nap?

Well, he did when Kevin was in the coma. He knew why he was sad, but he didn't know why he was crying over Kevin 'taking a nap'. Naps weren't necessarily something to cry over. Maybe Alex wasn't napping, maybe just taking a long sleep because of being so tired during the day.

He watched as the E.M.T put Alex in a bodybag, titling his head a bit. He walked over to the E.M.T, talking on her holder to ask a question. She turned around, nodding to see what Mitch had to say.

"Why are you putting Alex in that bag?" Mitch asked innocently, wondering why he couldn't see the tall Omega's head. The E.M.T teared up a bit and was about to answer when Mitch widened his eyes a bit and smiled a bit. "Is that his sleeping bag?! It looked like he needed one. I wouldn't want to sleep on the ground without one."

"Mitch," Scott called out weakly, getting his Mate's attention. Mitch nodded, walking over to the Lead Alpha.  "Honey, I'm sorry to say this, but that's not a sleeping bag."

"It's not?" Mitch asked, tilting his head. Scott wanted to cry even more, the innocence breaking his heart. "What is it?"

"It's a body bag, baby."

"Wait...what is that for?"

Scott put his hand on Mitch's cheek, wanting the Alpmega to calm down. His Mate's eyes teared up, not understanding what was going on. The Lead Alpha sighed, holding Mitch's hand with his other one.

"It's for dead people, Mitchy."

"But...Alex isn't dead," Mitch exclaimed, shaking his head. Scott's heart finally broke, the tears rolling down his face faster. "We just saw him yesterday! He was fine!"

"Mitchy, anything could happen in a day. Alex is gone."

"How?"

"He..." Scott started off, looking at the gun. He bit his lip, shaking his head to fend of the tears. "Do you remember the thing Kirstin and Jeremy committed?"

"Kind of. The thing that took their lives away?"

"Yes, baby," Scott answered, hugging Mitch tighter when he sobbed. "He committed that too."

Mitch cried loudly, wanting to hug Alex once more. He wants to forgive him for all he has done to him. He wanted Alex to know that he loves him because he loves everyone, no matter how much they hurt him.

He wants him to know that Scott still loves him, no matter what.

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"He killed himself?!"

"Yes! What do we do now?!"

Kirstin started to pace back and forth, her anger growing by the second. Jeremy stayed far away from her, not wanting to anger her anymore.

"I want to have my revenge," Kirstin yelled, picking up a vase. She threw it near Jeremy's head, making him jump. "I want him dead!"

"We all do," Jeremy commented, shaking his head. He uncrossed his arms and walks over to Kirstin, Rubin her arms carefully. "I'll kill if you want me to."