Alex POV
Jordan works on Saturdays, so at 12 o'clock she gets changed into all black (which isn't hard for her), puts her hair up and grabs her phone.
She walks over to me with a nervous smile on her face.
"Are u sure you're going to be okay on your own, I know what you're like alone."
"No I'm sure I've got Netflix and my phone to keep me busy I'll be fine." I say, but in my head I'm panicking.
"Okay, well call me if you need me or if you're really stuck or bored come to the cafe, alright?"
"Of course baby." I say reassuringly. She quickly kisses and hugs me tight before she rushes downstairs and I hear the front door close.
I immediately turn on the TV, I can't be left alone in silence with my thoughts. My phone is dead and the charger's downstairs, so Netflix will have to do.
After around an hour, the TV and the lights turn off. Paul quickly knocks on the door, but comes in anyway.
"Sorry Alex, must of had a power cut. I'll ring up and let you know what's happening." He says rushing off before I can give an answer. I know this isn't good I've got no one or anything to keep me busy or distracted. I try and keep them out, but slowly the voices and thoughts creep there way into my mind. They push all other thoughts and emotions to the side so I have no choice but to listen to them. I try shaking my head, thinking they'll start to fade away, obviously this doesn't work. I don't know what to do with myself. I deal with this all the time on my own but most of the time I call or massage Jordan and she comes round to calm me down. She's not here though and my phones dead, so all I can do is sit there and listen to the voices slowly tearing me apart word by word.
