Forget Regret ~Lams~

Chapter 1

Holo. Greetings and salutations. 

I woke up one night, had an idea, and wrote this at 2:00am.

Just so you know, if anything is it italics and has three dashes (---) it's a flashback. If it's just in italics, it's thoughts. Hopefully you won't get confused.

Good luck.

Alex's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The heart monitor beeps in a steady rhythm.

I know that that's a good thing but it's really annoying me.

I wish I wasn't here.

I close my eyes and sigh.

---"Alex I'm home! Alex? Come on, stop hiding. I'm serious. Alex? ALEXANDER!"---

I look out the window.

Stupid depression. Stupid non-lockable doors.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Stupid heart monitor.

There's a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Thomas walks in.

"Hey babygirl." he says.

"Hey babe." I reply.

Thomas sits on the edge of my bed and holds my hand gently.

"How ya doing?"

"Good." I lie.

Thomas looks at me skeptically.

"Ugh, you know me too well. Yeah, I'm not good."

Thomas smiles softly and kisses my forehead.

"I gotta go, babe, but I'll come back in a while, okay?"

"Okay. I'll be fine, don't worry about me."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine, go."

"See you later, Alexander. I love you." Thomas leaves the room, and I immediately sigh and stop forcefully smiling.

I sigh.

Stupid life. 

~le time skip~

"Okay, Mr. Hamilton, you can walk around the hospital now, if you want to. Just be very careful. You can leave the hospital if you want, but you need to sign out and someone has to go with you, okay?" the nurse says.

"Alright, thank you."

No way I'm staying in this room for longer than I have to.

As soon as the nurse is gone I get out of bed and leave the room.

I wish I wasn't here. I wish I wasn't alive. I wish Thomas wouldn't have found me. I wish there was a lock on the bedroom door. 

I'm so busy thinking that I don't notice the people who are walking in the hallways.

"AH!" I ram head-on into someone, and we both crash to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going..." says the person who I knocked over, then quickly adds: "please!"

"Sorry." I say and get up. I turn to the person, and offer my hand.

"Oh, thank you." he says. I pull him to his feet. "Um, I'm John Laurens." he says, and nervously tucks a piece of hair behind his ear.