Alex Aiono & William Singe Imagines

Chainsaw - Alex

This is inspired by Nick Jonas's Song Chainsaw 

Walk in the house, lights are off
In the closet by the door, there's your coat
I wasn't thinking of you before
Too many rooms in this house, so I keep going out
What the hell is that about?
We gotta find a way to be okay  

You walked into the house in a hungover state. The dress you had on the night before was wrinkled and probably smelt of cheap beer and cigarettes. This was the first time you've stepped foot into your home in a week, not wanting to relive any of the memories that came with the Burgundy walls and the mahogany wood floor. You had gotten into the habit of going out every night to escape your mind and its haunting thoughts.  As you closed the door behind you, You noticed that the hallway closet was open. You sighed heavily and made your way to it, stopping in the door frame when you saw it.

His jean jacket, stared back at you almost mockingly. It was one of your favorites and you would wear it more that he did. A tear slipped from your eye and you quickly closed the door. You didn't want to think of him again. You hadn't thought of him is a month, your methods of prevention had been working. But now you felt yourself spiraling back into the depressed state that you were in at the beginning. You staggered into the kitchen and leaned against the smooth counter, gripping the edge to try and find any sort comfort.

When I get home, TV on
Drink in my glass, better make it strong
Some nights wanna fill this space
The tight dress and a pretty face
Keep finding things that you left on purpose
Did you plan that your timing's perfect?
Gotta find a way to be okay  

While in your daze, you faintly heard the TV playing in the living room. You hadn't remembered leaving it on, but you couldn't bring yourself to care that you did, even though your electric bill would be through the roof now. You were hurting and you wanted it to go away as soon as possible. You grabbed a glass from the cupboard and opened the bottle of vodka you had saved at the back of your refrigerator. You filled the glass to the top with the clear substance and chugged the whole thing down. It burned your throat but you were already beginning to feel numb so you weren't paying attention. 

You had tried so hard to get over him. You went out with friends, drank all night, and even tried a few one night stands but you were always left feeling the way you did at the beginning of the night. You filled your glass once more and gripped it in your hand while you shuffled to your bedroom. It seemed much more empty now than it used to be but you didn't think about that. You changed out of your dress into pajamas, tripping and spilling some of your drink on the floor. You were about to leave the room when you spotted something in the corner of our eye. 

One of his own shirts was draped over the chair that was placed on the other side of the room. You walked over and picked it up. You ran your fingers on it, feeling the fabric underneath your fingertips. Alex Aiono beamed up at you from the shirt and you had to put it back down. This hurt more than you could have ever imagined. You felt as if someone was ramming a knife into your heart repeatedly.  You left the room feeling more broken than you did walking in, and wandered back into the living room. Trying to shake yourself out of your feelings but it proved useless.

Maybe I'll just take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I'm gonna break all of the china
'Cause it's just one more reminder you're gone, you're gone  

You sank down in front of the sofa, your drink still in your hand. You stared aimlessly ahead of you for a minute or so before you began to sob. Once you started you couldn't stop. You placed your free hand over your face and sobbed into it, your throat beginning to hurt because of the screams erupting from your mouth. You wanted to get rid of everything. Everything that he touched, everything that you had made memories on. You didn't want to think about all the times you had cuddled on the couch watching disney movies or cheesy Rom-Coms, but you did. 

You downed the rest of the drink and stared at the glass. You felt a mixture of rage and sadness build up within you and you let out a loud scream before throwing the glass at the wall, watching it shatter into millions of pieces. It didn't help you feel better, it just made you feel worse. He had loves those glasses and despite what he did, you still felt guilty that you had broke it. This made you sob harder and you placed your head into your hands, leaning back into the couch for support. In your mind, the words "He's gone" replayed over and over and made you cry even harder, if that was even possible. It got harder and harder to breath properly in between sobs. You wanted him to come home. To love you again. To be here while you're bawling your eyes out on the floor of your living room. But he wasn't here. He left you and wasn't coming back.

Time flew by and soon you had stopped sobbing and were left rocking back and forth, comforting yourself in the best way you could. You body hurt, your head hurt and you felt dirty. You wanted to take a shower and scrub off all of the memories, all of the pain away. You were a mess and you had finally come to terms with it. You just wanted everything to go away. You sat rocking on the floor for another hour before hearing a knock on your front door. At first you ignored it, not wanted to pretend that you were okay, or have small talk with anyone. But soon whoever it was started banging on the door, silently threatening you to open it. You carefully got up and walked to the door, wiping your face on your arm in the process trying to look even the smallest bit presentable. When you got to the door, you took a deep breath before swinging the door open to the one person you never thought would be there.

"Alex?" 

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A/N: Hello everyone! I've been obsessed with this song so I needed to write something based off of it. I hope you enjoyed! I liked writing it. Vote and comment if you did, it's greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading! -Jax