Is There Somewhere?

Chatper 3

Alex P.O.V

I have no idea what had happened. I didn't intend to come off as an ass. I had no control over what I was saying. I felt really guilty but I didn't let it show. Why do I always have to screw things up? I could have made a friend - an attractive one at that matter- but now I cant because she probably thinks I'm a sarcastic douche who doesn't know how to treat people.

That's what they all thought of me. All because my parents were rich. That didn't mean anything. They may have had a lot of money, but they were sorry excuses for parents. They didn't hit me or anything, they were always on trips and they never ever gave me love. I had always felt like a burden to their life. I don't even call them mom and dad. It's always been Meghan and Logan for me.

That's why I started cutting. It didn't matter anyhow. They knew what I did to myself but they never brought it up because they were too busy to address that their own flesh and blood had been cutting. I've been doing it for over 2 years now, and i don't think ill ever stop. Not until I'm dead.

I touched my bracelet covered arm, craving for the metal to carve into my skin. I deserved it.

"Are you just gonna stand there looking into nothing, or are you gonna keep hanging up posters." Grey had muttered to me.

"uh...uh yeah. Sorry." I turn around and continue hanging up my posters.

I could feel her gaze burning into me, when she finally said. "You have a good taste in music." referring to my All Time Low, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy posters.

"Uh thanks. You too." I say looking at her own posters.

"You like Imagine Dragons?" She eyes me curiously.

"One of my favorite bands actually."

She smiled little, and I noticed a little glint in her smile. She had braces.

"I don't think we had a correct introduction. My name is Grey Youngblood. I will be your room mate for the next 3 or 4 years." She held her hand out, and i shook it. Her palms were small and soft, unlike mine which were, fat and rough.

"I am Alex Rivera. Pleasure to be at your service." I smiled as well.

But it was gone just as soon as it appeared. I felt sick and ran to the bathroom.

Slamming the door, tears well up in my eyes. I can't. I can't grow an attachment to this girl.

I swim in my pocket for the extra blade I carried for emergencies and cut over and over again with a total of 5 before I heard Grey's voice.

"A-Alex, are you okay." Her soft voice called.

"Y-Yes, I'm okay. I am totally fine." I heard my own voice call, voice quivering.

But I was lying. Because I wasn't fine. I was far from fine. I was broken.

I can't grow an attachment to this girl because I do, she'll do what Rae did.

She'll pull me in, eyes so loving and open. But that's what they want you to think. So they can get in your head. And once their done, they'll leave you.

I was not letting that happen again.

Grey's P.O.V

One thing I noticed about Alex was, the amount of bracelets he had on both arms, and the broken tone in his voice. It was then that I knew.

He wasn't fine at all.

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Yo yo yoooooo yo yo, what crackalackin my home diggity dawgs. so this is chapter three, and if any of you caught that 5sos reference, hit me up.

My friend Ariana wrote a book which is in her POV of this book, so go check it out. nerdy_lizzy

so thats chapter three, vote and comment and stuff, and i will see you guys the next time i make a new chapter. ALso yes this will have self harm, suicide and stuff like that. you have been warned. also, idk who will play the characters but im thinking Rena Lovelis should play Grey, idk