Dark Angel // Alex Gaskarth

Chapter Twenty Two: The End Of It All

Chapter Twenty-Two: The End Of It All

Song and Title Credit: The Swarm by You Me At Six 

Alex~ 

Chewing on my lip, I stared longingly at the contact photo on my cell phone screen. It's been almost three weeks since Angel left for Mexico and I still haven't heard anything from her. She hasn't been returning my calls and she hasn't responded to any of my text messages. I don't think I have ever been this stressed out about any girl in my entire life.  

I ran my fingers through my hair as I pressed on Angel's contact. I put the phone on speaker as I waited for her to answer my call, but instead of being greeted by Angel's beautiful voice, I heard the voice of an operator cut in through the line. I turned off my phone and collapsed down on my bed.  

Why won't she talk to me? Is she angry with me? I don't think I have done anything wrong. All I've been doing is trying to contact her. I don't need a long conversation with her, all I really want is to hear her voice and to know that she's doing okay. When we said goodbye at the airport, there was something about the look in her eyes that told me she was hiding something from me... and I'll be damned if I don't find out what it was.  

I pulled away from my thoughts once I heard a loud knock on my bedroom door. I stood up from my bed and answered the door. Instead of seeing my mom like I had expected, I saw Jack, Rian and Zack all standing on the other side of my bedroom door. Concerned looks all played on their faces as they stepped into my bedroom.  

"What's up, guys? What are you doing here?" I asked, not caring whether I sounded rude or not. It's not like I didn't want them here, it's just right now wasn't exactly the best time to pay me a surprise visit. Plus, I didn't really feel like hanging out with any of them... Come to think of it, it's been that way ever since Angel left. I don't feel the urge to hang out with anyone anymore. All I seem to do anymore is sit in my room, counting down the days until Angel was due back. 

Zack sighed, "Dude, we're here to tell you that you need to stop fucking acting like this," he said, his words causing me to raise an eyebrow at them.  

"Acting like what?" I asked, the confusion evident in my voice.  

Rian groaned, "Alex, you know exactly what we're talking about. You don't do anything anymore. All you do is spend time in your room, writing music. You haven't spoken more than four words in these past three weeks and it's fucking frustrating man! We get that you miss Angel, we all do, but you can't continue doing this to yourself. Seriously man, when was the last time you left your room?"  

"Today," I replied, truthfully. As much as I didn't want to, I have to leave my room every morning to go to school, so everything Rian just said is complete and utter bullshit. Sure, I haven't spoken too much lately, but surely, I've said more than four words. As for the lack of interest in anything and everything else, it's just that nothing really seems to catch my intrest anymore. I wish they would just leave me alone, I can't promise them much, but I promise that I'll leave this fucking room the day Angel needs me to pick her up from the airport.  

"Guys," I sighed as I stood up from the bed and handed them my song book, "it's not like I've been wasting my time. I even wrote a new song."  

"'If These Sheets Were The States'?" Jack questioned, raising an eyebrow at me. I nodded, letting a quiet sigh escape my mouth as I reclaimed my spot back down on my bed. Jack sighed, "This song is about Angel, isn't it?" He asked, even though the answer was quite obvious.  

Angel~ 

"Estas enojada con papa, Angel?" Jasmine asked as she took a seat on my bed. I have to admit, for her age, this little girl is pretty smart. Well, smarter than I was at her age. I wonder if she knows about Oscar... 

"Yeah," I nodded, sighing quietly, "I'm mad at him for a lot of reasons."  

Jasmine nodded, "Porque?" she asked.  

I sighed quietly as I sat up on the bed. As much as I didn't want to, I let my walls down around Jasmine and I've grown closer to her over these past three weeks. Obviously, I still keep up my cold and bitchy attitude around my father and Laura, but not around Jasmine. After all, none of this is her fault. She's just a innocent little girl, to young to see all the damage our father has done to my mother and I.  

"Jasmine," I began, my voice coming out quiter than I had expected, "Has dad ever talked to you about a boy named Oscar?" I asked.  

Jasmine nodded, "Si, antes de que tu venistes, papa me ablo de mi ermano, Oscar. El dijo que Oscar esta con dios." She said, pointing up to the sky. Tears prickled my eyes as I nodded my head in response. So that bastard did tell Jasmine about Oscar... Good. Although my religious beliefs are quite different from my fathers, I'm happy that he at least told Jasmine about Oscar. I knew that if Oscar would have had the chance to meet Jasmine, he would have liked her. "Borque estas llorando?" Jasmine asked, using her small fingers to wipe away the tears that had managed to fall from my eyes.  

"Because," I chuckled, smiling sadly, "Oscar was my brother and I loved him very much."  

"Como era Oscar?" Jasmine asked, seeming genuinely curious.  

"Well," I pressed my lips together, "Oscar was nice to everyone he met. He was also very tough and protective. I looked up to him and I knew I could always count on him, for anything. Our mother also loved Oscar very much. He was very smart, funny and genuine. Oscar was also a very good soccer player. When we were little, just like you, Oscar told me that he wanted to become a soccer player. Both my mother and I believed that he could do it... but he's in Heaven now." I finished, more tears running down my cheeks.  

Jasmine nodded, "Oscar es un angel," she said, "es un angel, y esta jugando footbol con los otros angels."  

I couldn't help but laugh in amusement at her statement. I thought it was interesting how Jasmine saw Oscar as an angel, playing soccer with the other angels. Over these past three weeks, I've tooken notice that Jasmine tends to look at everything and everyone in a positive matter. As much as I hate to give my dad any kind of positive credit, he definitely did raise a kind little girl.  

Jasmine giggled, "Tu tambien eres un angel." She said, her statement causing me to raise an eyebrow at her.  

"How so?" I question, curious as to know why or how she would see me as any kind of 'angel'.  

Jasmine smiled, "Porque," she pointed to my forearm which was nicely covered up by a grey sweater, "los angeles son fuertes, y tu eres muy fuerte, Angel." She stated. I couldn't help but disagree at her statement. I was far from strong. Hell, I was so weak that I couldn't even call Alex anymore. I've basically been ignoring him for these past three weeks. I just... I can't bare the thought of hearing his voice again. He probably thinks that in six weeks, I'm going to return to Baltimore. Boy, he sure is in for one hell of a fucking surprise.  

"Hey, Jasmine, how about we watch a movie, how does that sound?" Jasmine eagerly nodded her head, a wide smile spreading across her lips as she hopped off the bed and ran out of the room, probably to go search for a movie to watch together. I'm almost certain that I'm not going to leave Michoacan anytime soon, so how much could it hurt making Jasmine my best friend?  

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I'm going to end this story soon... maybe the next chapter will be the finale chapter. Honestly, I don't know. All I know is that there wont be more than two or three chapters left. But I definitily think that the next chapter will be the end and (spoiler alert) the ending wont be happy.