Drama..

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Thomas looked over to Alexander as they walked down the stairs and he slightly stumbled, Thomas caught Alex stumbled. The servants were gossiping when Thomas and Alexander walked into the living room, Thomas shot then a 'shut the fuck up' look. "So, do you want to go gather your things from your old apartment?" Thomas asked

Alexander nodded quietly, Thomas summoned the car and the driver. He opened the door for Alexander and they both quietly climbed in

Once in the car the driver shut the door and Thomas rubbed his temples, he had a pounding headache kind of like how you pounded into Al- He stopped that though right there and sighed.

They road in silence until they pulled up to the apartment, Thomas's face twisted into a look of disgust as he looked at the apartment building.

Alexander pulled out his key staring at the flat and rubbed his face. He left Thomas at the car and walked up to a red door at the bottom of the complex. He put the key into the lock and twisted it, he walked in and the first thing he heard was a moan, he froze and opened the door quietly. He stepped into the living room and quietly went into the halfway, his door was shut and he heard a bed squeaking, he felt like he was going to throw up. He silently pushed the door open and stared at the sight before him, Lafayette and his best friend John were there fucking on HIS bed in HIS room. He felt tears swell in his eyes, thats when John caught sight of Alexander in the doorway "Alex, it's not what you th-" Alex cut him off "REALLY CAUSE, IT LOOKS LIKE MY BESTFRIEND AND MY EX ARE FUCKING IN MY BED IN MY ROOM." his voice broke at the end, and Lafayette sat there laughing. Alexander shot him a death glare, he hated him, he hated them both, he hated himself, he hated this room. He ran out slamming the bedroom door. He immediately ran into the bathroom and grabbed his razor blade from the cabinet and locked the door. He heard someone knocking on the door "Alexader, don't." John...Alexander didn't care he stepped into the bath and sat on the edge of it. He rolled up his sleeve on an arm that was riddled with scars, he was crying by now. He pressed the blade to his arm feeling the coldness that shocked him by touch.

Thomas was oblivious to everything happening he sat waiting impatiently, he eventually got out of the car and made his way to the apartment Alexander stay- was staying at. He looked at the door that was half open, he heard yelling "ALEXANDER OPEN THE DOOR!" John? why was he here? Thomas slowly walked in to see John banging on a door and Lafayette barely reacting. Lafayette spotted him and scowled "What is happening?" Thomas asked loudly, Lafayette scoffed, now fully clothed and leaned against a wall. John had tears in his eyes as he turned and looked at Thomas "H-he..b...l- l ade." John managed to stutter through sobs and deep breathes. Thomas's eyes widened and he ran to the door and tried to pry it open.

Alexander had already cut his arms by the time Thomas had came in, there were several fresh but sloppy cuts up his arm/wrist area. Alexander was crying as well, but because he was mad at himself, he heard Thomas pounding on the door and just kept cutting his arm.

There was blood everywhere, on the bath, on the floor, on Alexander's arm. Thomas had finally gotten the door opened and was bewildered at the sight before him

Alexander's arms were cut up everywhere, so much blood, Alexander looked up and dropped the blade when he saw Thomas. Thomas was in loss of words, he felt tears swell in his eyes of the sight "T-Thomas.." Alexander croaked. Thomas just stared for awhile, John had rushed to Alexander, knocking Thomas aside. Alexander kept his eyes on Thomas as John wrapped Alexander's wrists in bandages. Thomas turned and left, he walked to the car "Drive" is the first thing he said to the driver when he stepped into the car. The image of Alexander in that state lingered in his mind.

Eh, I'm Satan currently I'm dying, send help. Anygay, word count is only 747 words sorry

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