Book 1 - Slit My Wrist, Hope to Die

Chapter 19 - Drowned

"I'm going to go to get some food, do you want anything?" Tate asks Alex. He puts on his Vans and fixes his shirt as he gets up.

"No, I'm fine. Go ahead." Alex said. She rolls over and looks at Tate. "I'm still a little tired and lazy."

"Okay, okay." He casually walks over to the door and opens it up. "I'll be back soon."

"Hurry back!" Alex spurts out right before he closes the door. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! I sounded like a wife. Oh, Alex, calm down. I bet he liked hearing that, IF he heard that. What if he didn't though? What if?" Alex closes her eyes and shakes her head as she sits up. What's to do, what to do... Maybe there's some cool stuff do to here. Like, there has to be a place to hang out and stuff. Then again, it's a frickin' military ship, base, shit thingy. Shit thingy? You're very smart, Alex. Smart.

        Maybe when he gets back, we can go explore and see what else is there. Yeah, that sounds good. A little, mini date. Mini date? Really Alex? Here? During this time? Jesus you're perfect. Why can't you come up with something better?

        Maybe because I can't right now? It isn't like I have a choice right now and I want to spend time with him, not all locked up in a room again.

          But that was really fun. You know you loved it.

         I really did. But still, no choice. Anyway, when he get's back. Christ, let me shower. Opens the door and grabs some towels that were already in the room. She picks up spare clothes and places them ontop of her towel and makes her way to the showers.

         This is going to be awkward. Public showers. Ugh. Whatever. I need to look good. Well, try to look better than I do right now. Hm, I need make up. SHIT! My make up bag! NO! Fuck fuck, "FUCK!" Alex said aloud. "Oh shit," she says as she looked around the hall. Her voice echos, but is lost under the sounds of pipes and creaking. "What time is it?" She whispers to herself. "Pft, forget it." She opens and closes the door to the showers.

          Upon entering, she is greeted by a slap across the face by the lighting, depressing walls and a cold, still wet floor. There was a women by the sinks. She was fully clothed and her hair was freshly wet, dripping water onto the floor. She looked at herself at the mirror until she spots little Alex at the door. "Come on in," she said. "I'm about to turn in."

"You wouldn't happen to know the time, would you?"

"It's like, ten, eleven?"

"A.M. or P.M.?"

"P.M."

"Oh."

"Lost in your own little world, are you?"

"You could say something like that," she chuckled. "Yeah."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I can't tell the difference while on this thing."

"Yeah, me too."

"Well, goodnight."

"You too, goodnight."

          Alex walks towards the sink while she passes the women leaving the room, leaving her alone with the wet floor and her thoughts keeping her company. Well, shit. I am in my own little world. I don't think we can go searching now... When has that stopped you? Heh, fuck it. I'm pretty sure he won't mind. Well, time to get started I gues-THUM. What the shit?

"Hi." the figured man said. "Remember me?"

"Whoa, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Answer me first."