Give me the night

Alone Time

Hey people, it's been a while, but if you've decided to stick around, here's chapter 2...

Btw picture is Alex
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Alex slammed the door open as he ran inside the house; turning quickly, he slammed it shut again and locked it, panting.

Too close, he thought. He had gotten about half way home before he heard the dreaded cat calls. He knew who it was; and rather than turn to deal with them; he picked the athletic choice.

The burning in his lungs was telling him it was the wrong one.

Sighing in relief after a few minutes of tense silence, listening for his annoying adversaries; Alex finally dropped his book bag and walked into the kitchen, and making himself some tea; which calmed his nerves.

Remembering the guy from before, he looked at his hand and smiled before he thought; he probably thought I was a girl ... and it changed to a frown. Alex had always hated his feminine build; his pretty face and slim body always had people mistaking him for a girl, and he couldn't get away from it.

Alex wrote the number down on some paper,thinking about maybe calling the guy later; and decided to take a shower before watching a movie. He always liked the few hours right after school, his step dad worked till 8 ish, so he had the house to himself, and he didn't have to worry.

He went upstairs and went to his bathroom, locking the door behind him out of habit before turning toward the counter. Alex had a really bad habit, one he kept from everyone....

Bending down slightly, he felt under the counter edge till he found a Crack where the counter top was splitting from the base. Quickly he pulled out a small baggy, and opened it; revealing a small, sharp razor blade.

He stared at it for a minute, watching the metal flash under the florescent lighting; before rolling up his sleeve and pressing the blade down next to dozens of white scars. It had come to a point where the blade had become his best friend, and he had at least one new cut a day. It had become like a drug that he couldnt function without; the pain reminded him that he was alive. He pressed harder, until blood bubbled up from the cut he was making. He pulled the blade diagonally across his forearm, leaving a trail of red liquid, dripping down his arm, and onto the floor.

Alex stared at the wound for a few seconds before turning on the faucet to cold and shoving his arm under the freezing water to stop the bleeding. After some time he finally deemed the blood stopped, and wrapped the wound in waterproof bandaging before stepping out of his clothes. He always tried to make sure to avoid looking at himself naked, as it made him feel even more depressed.

Turning on the shower to as hot as he could stand; Alex stepped into the stall and watched his skin slowly turn pink before he washed.

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After Alex got out of the shower, he dried off and got dressed in some sweatpants and a big hoodie, before heading down to the kitchen to make something to eat.

Walking into the kitchen, Alex scanned the cabinets like he had x ray vision; thinking about what he wanted to make. Groaning, he opened the fridge and pulled out a yogurt; slamming the fridge door as he spun around to get a spoon.

Jumping up onto the counter, he opened the container and started to eat, enjoying the strawberry treat. Once he was done, he put the spoon in the sink, and the empty yogurt tub in the trash.

Alex checked the clock on the stove and it said 6:30 pm; he still had time till his step dad got home. He walked up to his room and over to the vent shaft close to his floor; kneeling down, he pulled off the vent cover revealing a small glass pipe, a bag with some Marijuana, and a grinder. He had to keep it hidden because Marijuana was still illegal where he lived, despite the efforts to change that.