Demons Aren't Usually Called Charlie

Alexander

Five days awake. Five more days than he wanted to be alive. Was there meaning to a meaningless life? No, no there wasn't. Alexander's life had no meaning. How could he ever live careless, reckless when all he felt was luckless, lust-less? He couldn't.

His mother had left early that morning, she had fallen asleep next to him. She had cried herself to sleep over him. Though he loved her, he didn't want another burning blister of sadness in his presence. He was sad enough as it was. Jack had also cried. Though he would forever deny it. Even for a manly man such as Jack, seeing the one person you could always love in the state of being Alexander was in was heart-wrenching. Jack had left much sooner that their mother, he needed to work his night-shift. Alexander was never really sure what his night-shift was. 

There was a new nurse in Alexander's ward today. She was an interesting character to say the least. Most of the morning she had spent talking to the old lady in a deep coma. When Alexander questioned it she had told him that it would make her dreams more interesting. Fortunately she refused to leave him alone. Though he might say he was fine and in no discomfort and was okay, she knew he was lying, which he was. Through the hollowing sadness, he had made polite conversation with her. Her name was Faun, this was her first day on the job and she had dyed her fringe green last night as a quote on quote 'fuck you' to the rules. Faun did think she was probably going to get fired for it though.

"Hey, Animal Cracker!" Animal Cracker was the stupid nickname Faun had  come up with. Why? Because they both start with an A and she really liked nicknames. She was a very zany person.

Faun sauntered in, her green and black hair sticking to her face uncomfortably. She was striking, especially with that hair. Under her baggy blue nurse's uniform her arms, neck and hands were covered in plasters and wound dressings. Almost every square inch of her olive coloured skin was covered. Her hooded eyes looked a bright gold in the midday sun, and were covered in as much eyeliner as the hospital would allow.

"What is it?" Alexander asked, wiping away his teary eyes, smiling a little as she threw back his curtains

"Well, the police wish to see a certain Alexander Brown, so I lead them to his ward. I think they just want to ask you about... that night." She told him hesitantly, trying hard not to upset him.

Faun walked further into the curtain-cornered room. Two police officers followed suit. They were threatening in their black uniform, that teenage fear that they would somehow bust you for something you didn't do.

"Hi, Alexander. This is Officer Grey," The female policewoman gestured to the man behind her. "And I am Sargent White." White gestured at herself

"Hey." Alexander replied dryly, he really didn't want to be talking to them. "I would also introduce myself, but I guess you already know everything about me. Apart from the night in question."

"You aren't wrong there. That is why we are here today. So, Alexander, what happened that night?" White was clearly trying to be gentle, but the harsh grating voice of an ex smoker would never be gentle.

"I remember very clearly what happened. That night I wake up, which is unusual for me. There are noises downstairs, like someone is going through the cutlery. They then start coming up stairs and open every door. Eventually they open the bedroom door and attack me and...and..." Alexander looked up at the ceiling trying not to let the river flow down his face. "And Lily. They then jump out of the window and I called the ambulance. I don't know what happened after that."

Grey noted down everything Alexander had just said, scribbling in a shorthand.

"Why didn't you call the police sooner? You had time." Asked White.