Lily
Alex was finally asleep. We stopped at a house, and the boys ran in to get supplies. we had food and blankets and pillows. Harry helped me put Alex to sleep and she was laying in one of the bus seats like it was a bed and Harry and I sat in the one across the aisle from her. Her hair was hanging over the seat from the pillow her head was resting on. The blanket had fallen from around her shoulders and her gloves and Jacket were hanging on the back of the seat in front of her. Her shoes were on the ground and Harry had Alex’s gun. I had a blanket around me and I dangled my legs in the aisle watching Alex sleep. She looked so broken… Niall was driving still and the others I presumed to be asleep.
“Alex…”
Harry
“Alex…” Lily started silently. Her voice was shaking and from the noises she made I could tell that she was crying. “Alex, you have to promise me something,” Lily started again after taking a deep breath. I didn’t move an inch, but I knew that Alex was asleep now. I could imagine Lily staring at her, and talking to her even though she was asleep. Alex Had constantly been on the back of my mind for a while but even more so now. I lost my family as well, but I didn't see them get bit or killed. Alex on the other hand watched him get bit, and watched him die, and was the one who pulled the trigger.
“Promise me you wont try to commit suicide, again. There is no hospitals here. I can’t save you if you do… And I can’t live without you. Please, just promise me that.”
Silence.
“Alex, promise me…”
Silence. My heart skipped a beat, and I opened my eyes. Lily was sitting in the aisle, and had a hand on Alex’s shoulder shaking it.
“Alex?!” She said again rushing to her feet and lifting Alex by the shoulders, and putting her head on her chest.
“Oh my god!!! GUYS!!! HELP!!! ALEX ISN'T BREATHING!!!”
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Alex
FanfictionFighting, Karate-Kid, Tomboy, and Thief. Yup, that’s me. I only care about a few things in my life. My friends, my siblings, my niece, my life. Period. The end, final. My mother left when I was very young. My father is a workaholic that left us. So...