Threads of the undead

Chapter 7

-Deejay-

I closed the door behind me as I went into Alex's bedroom. He was a sweet guy, and not bad looking. He wasn't too short, but not very tall either. He didn't have a six pack, but didn't have a noticeable stomach. He was rather ordinary, but still, he was very unique. As average as he was, he still looked good.

Surprisingly, I felt tired. Not a normal thing for me. I sat down at the end of the bed, and noticed a picture on the wall. It was of Alex, and a girl. They were laughing and walking while holding hands. I'm not sure why, but a wave of disappointment hit me. It may have been a variety of emotions, for I can't tell my emotions apart anymore.

I took a deep breath and laid Dow on the bed with my legs still hanging off the edge. I stared at the ceiling and thought about how tomorrow might fall into place. "I wonder how Alex is taking all this." I though out loud to myself. I sat back up and walked to the side of the bed. I quietly laid down and faced the window.

"I guess I will know tomorrow." I said and closed my eyes to sleep again.

Sorry it's a short chapter! I've been overly busy and exams are coming up. Please comment and vote for me to continue writing.