(experi)mental

Chapter 2

Chapter Two
"Life is just a dream for the dead. Well, I won't go down by myself, but I'll go down with my friends." -My Chemical Romance, Prison

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*Alex's POV*

I've been in this hell hole for a few days now. I've gathered that Jack really doesn't talk much to other people. He really only talks to me, but most of the time I stare at my ceiling and try not to listen to him. I've had several panic attacks in the middle of the night, as well. They just seem to keep happening more frequently, although I tell the nurses that I'm fine. I'm a walking travesty, but I smile at everything. Therapy has never been a friend to me. It really doesn't help. If anything, it increases my anxiety.

I've been sitting on my bed for the past forty minutes, trying to create some beautiful lyrical masterpiece, but so far, I haven't come up with much.

"Hey..." Jack says, entering the room.

I nod my head at him.

"What are you writing?" He peers over my shoulder.

"Uh, nothing. Just some lyrics again." I mumbled, covering up my notebook.

"Can you...show me what you have so far?" He asked quietly.

He looked at me with pleading eyes. I wanted to say no. I really did, but I just couldn't.

"Fine." I said, handing him the notebook.

He read it for a minute, inspecting my lyrics.

"Why not put, 'Why can't Thursday last forever?'" He said, clearly unsure of himself.

"Why Thursday? Why not Saturday?" I smirked.

"Because assuming this is the chorus, the word Saturday has too many syllables. Plus, today is Thursday." He twirled the pencil in his hand.

"That.. made sense." I said. I didn't know he had experience in lyric writing. Or maybe he didn't.

"Can you... Uh, nevermind." He mumbled and stood up off the bed.

"No, wait!" I grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving any further. He looked at me weird for a minute but his face went red.

"What were you going to say?" I asked.

"It's nothing, it was a bad idea." He mumbled again.

"I like bad ideas." I smiled.

He sat down next to me on the bed again. I don't know why I felt more comfortable around him today, but I was. I guess I was in a better mood?

"I was just wondering if you could, like, sing it." He ducked his head.

"Okay." I said.

"R-really?" He lifted his head and looked surprised. Normally I don't like showing off in front of people, but one thing I don't mind showing off my vocals. I've always loved singing.

"Sure." I gave a small smile.

"Wait wait." He said excitedly. He ran off to his bed, which really wasn't that far from mine. He got on his hands and knees and looked under his bed and pulled out a big, black shiny case. I knew exactly what it was for.