Falling into Despair

Chapter Two

I brought Alex back to my house, not feeling safe around his mom's boyfriend, and not wanting Alex to be around him. My parents were gone, off on some trip for their work. My sister, Frankie, was sitting on the couch in our living room, gossiping about someone on the phone to her best friend.

Frankie and I do not really have the best relationship. It's basically, as long as I don't talk to her, she won't ruin my life. The only reason Frankie doesn't like me is because she's only my half sister. We share a father, but not a mother, so she feels that I'm just another person in the house taking up room, and using the same air as her.

I bound up the stairs, Alex following behind me. I walk into my room, and flop onto my bed facing the ceiling. He sits on my stomach, I pretend that he weighs a ton, and that he's crushing me. In reality, he probably weighs less than I do, which probably isn't very much. I'm not a very big person, but it is not like I'm one hundred pound skinny. I have a little bit of meat on my bones. I'm a natural c-cup, and have a medium sized butt. I don't absolutely hate my body, but I don't love myself to a disgusting level. I have some days where I wake up and feel decent, but that isn't more often than not.

Alex gets off of me and twirls my hair in his fingers, admiring the black color. My hair is pretty much every girls dream hair. It's long, thick, and straight, and the best part is that I can do pretty much anything to it, and it will stay where I put it. If I curl it, it will stay, if I flatiron it, if I braid it it won't need a hair-tie to keep it in place. My hair is lovely, but I hate it. Because of the thickness of it, and how long it is, it is extremely heavy, and gives me a headache almost everyday. But Alex likes it, and if my hair does get shorter, he wants to be the one to cut it. I love him with my heart and soul, but I refuse to let him near my hair.

It was a couple days after Alex came to my house, when he doesn't show up to pick me up to go school. He has never missed a day of school, and after twenty more minutes of waiting, I get nervous. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and dial his number.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. The person you have dialed can't take your call right now. Please leave a message after the beep. Beep

"Hey, Alex, it's Daniella. I really hope you are okay. You didn't show up to my house. Please call me back. Okay. I love you. Bye." I hang up the phone, and walk up to my room. Alex is my only ride to school, and I am not about to walk twelve blocks to sit in a desk and listen to my teacher yell at incompetent teenagers.

I sit on my bed when the doorbell rings and Frankie yells, "Daniella, make yourself useful and get the door!"

I stomp down the stairs, astound by the fact that she is downstairs, obviously closer to the door, and still is too lazy to get up and get it. I open the door, and I hope to see Alex there waiting for me. But instead, I see his mom.

"Oh, hello," I chirp. "What are you doing here?"

His mom had red puffy eyes, and looks like she had been crying, "I- I need your help. Alex locked himself in his room last night after confronting my boyfriend. Needless to say he lost and got bruised up badly, but I found this note slid underneath his door." I took the note from her hands, expecting the worse.

Dear Daniella,

I know this seems sudden, but I just can't take it anymore. He just keeps hitting me, and I tried to stay strong for you, and I tried to stand up to him, but he just beat me down. I don't possibly see how this can get any better, and I know it won't. Because my mom is too conceited to even say anything about it to me. She thinks that I can handle this myself. Oh well. I'm sure you knew this was bound to happen soon.

Just know that I love you, and I will always be with you. I am going to miss you so much. I will miss looking into your eyes, your smile when you laugh. Im sure I'll see you again someday.

Stay Strong,

Alexander

My heart almost stopped. Before I could stop myself, the words were ripped from my mouth, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Your son writes a suicide note, and the first thing you do is cry for a little while, then come to me about it?! Why didn't you try to talk to him! He thinks you don't care about him! And you obviously don't! You don't deserve to be a mother. You are a heartless old wench!"

I shoved her out of the way and jumped into her car that she drove over in. Yes it is rude to just shove someone's mom out of the way, but I let my emotions get in the way. Fear tingled through my arms and legs as I turned on the car.

I cannot drive. So what am I doing in this car? Is what I am doing illegal? So many thoughts buzzed around in my head it was hard to see the road straight. Before I knew it I was flying out of the driveway, on my way to my suicidal boyfriends house. It all sounded kind of cliche to me, but I'm not the one who chose this. It is like my body is being held captive by the fear in my heart. My brain is having trouble wrapping around the fact that I could lose Alex, so it just stops functioning. I run all the lights, red or green; I go at least thirty miles over the speed limit. The way I am recklessly driving scares me. But the thought of being late scares me even more.

Before I know it, I'm in Alex's driveway, and I bang on the door after finding it locked. I continue my ruthless banging until the door slowly opens.

"What's the hurry, babe?" A sick voice floats to my ears. I look up to his face, and I am disgusted to see a look of pleasure. It was not sexual pleasure, but more like he was pleased with an action he took.

I scowl, "Let me in. I'm not here for you."

"Aw, how adorable," he taunts," You are worried about your little boyfriend. He's fine. Just having a little tantrum."

My face heats up with anger and I open my mouth to say something. Words fly through my mind, but don't seem to reach my tongue. Just as I find the right words to say, a loud bang echoed throughout the house. Instinct tells me to cower to the floor, and sadly, that's exactly what I do.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Before I know it, I manage to shove through the doorway and fly up the stairs. Alex's door was just down the hall, but it felt far away. The closer I get to the door, the farther away it seems. The hallway was perpetual, and my vision starts to go fuzzy as I finally grab the doorknob. I slowly turn it, not looking forward to what my eyes are about to witness.

The door opens and the fuzziness that surrounded my eyes fades and tears flood my eyes and spill down my cheeks.