DISCONTINUED (until further notice)
He sat in silence. Just another stormy day with passerby glancing at him, never saying a word. No one had ever said anything to him, not until the starry faced angel passed by.
Warnings- Some swearing and ptsd (of...
WARNINGS- Just read with caution. >;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex got up, holding Brienne in his arms, and walked back inside. Thomas and John were no longer in the living room, but they were easily located by the laughter coming from John's room. Alex walked into the kitchen and decided to get a glass of water to calm his nerves. Behind him, he heard a bedroom door open...
I turn around to see Thomas coming towards me. I know that he was just really beaten down, but I was still nervous. "Hey Alex, I just wanted to say thank you. I don't think I'd be conscious of it wasn't for you." Thomas said with a genuine smile. "Oh it's no problem, really. I'm just glad you're up and moving." I really was, I'd hate to see him passed out in our living room...their living room...whatever. I turned around to grab my glass and suddenly I heard a slash of metal and a hand wrapped around me. Thomas stood behind me brandishing a knife to my throat. I dropped the glass, shatters falling everywhere. I wanted to scream, but nothing seemed to come out. "Yeah, thanks to you I can finally do this. You really didn't think I had liver cancer, did you?" He clicked his tongue and continued, "You were always in the way, separating my John from me. Answer this question for me, will you? Do you love John?" I froze. How am I supposed to answer that? He could kill me if I told the truth! But then he could kill me either way... I felt the knife being pushed harder against my skin. My eyes started to water as I was shaking, scared for my life. "Quickly, now. Don't want a huge mess to clean up, now would we?" Thomas said, smirking. Behind us, Brienne started barking. Thank god. Maybe she'll get John's attention so he can stop this madness. I felt metal going through my skin slightly. Okay, okay...answer. "I do."
John and Thomas had gone back to his room, Thomas feeling a lot better thanks to Alex. They started talking and John was completely oblivious to his best friend. He was too caught up in Thomas, who hadn't changed one bit, but didn't let that part of him show anymore. Looks like I got the story wrong. Of course, it happens to the best of us. Thomas Jefferson had put on a mask, a simple disguise of the man he still was, and it had tricked all of those around him. Especially John...
I don't know why I ever left Thomas. Okay, well that's not completely true. I couldn't forgive him for some things, but I had to put that behind me. It was Thomas's last few days...I don't even want to think about that... I know what he did was wrong, but I had to be there for him right now. He sat next to me on my bed, talking about the last few years without me, explaining every last detail. I listened contently, happy that I could still talk to him without being terrified. "I haven't had any alcohol since you left... I didn't want to hurt anyone else. You mean so much to me, John." Thomas said with care. "You do too...I'm sorry I left. I overreacted." I responded quietly. "No, John. You had every right to leave. I don't blame you. I'm just glad I can talk to you now." He smiled up at me, I returned the smile. "Me too. There's not anything we can do about...the cancer?" I started to shake, I hated talking about stuff like this. "No...I can't afford chemotherapy so I just have to...go." My face fell into my hands. I heard Thomas sigh and he looked at me. "I'm going to get some water, okay? It'll be alright." And he left. I sat on my bed confused and distant. I don't understand why bad things always happen to the people I love. A huge question popped into my mind. Am I cheating on Alex? Or was I cheating on Thomas with Alex? It's true, I fell for Alex. I didn't want to, but it just kind of happened. Now I don't know what to do. Do I tell Thomas? I might tell Alex how I really feel. I battled my own mind for a few minutes until suddenly I heard glass crash from the kitchen. A few seconds later Brienne started barking. Worried for Thomas I ran out of my room and saw Alex pinned against Thomas, a knife at his throat with drops of blood trickling down. Alex's eyes were flooded and glossy, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to pull Thomas's arm away. I stood there in shock, I couldn't move. "Oh, John! Aren't you going to come get your street rat? Or are you just going to watch him fall lifeless to the floor?" Thomas grinned. "John. . . Please . . ." Alex struggled to speak. "Let him go, Thomas!" I yelled, I still didn't move. "Very well." Thomas brought down the knife and pushed Alex towards me. He put his arms around me and his head went into my chest. I closed my eyes, hugging back. I heard footsteps coming closer. Everything happened so fast. Alex grunted as the knife pierced through his back. He fell to my feet with a thud and I screamed, collapsing down to him. Thomas was gone, no trace of him left behind. "Alex?!" "ALEX?!" "Alexander. . ."
The room fell silent, even Brienne had quieted herself. John leaned on Alex's lifeless body, crying quietly. He shakily texted his friends one word: "help." Next thing he knew Lafayette and Hercules ran through the unlocked door and sprinted to John. When they noticed Alex, Lafayette screamed and Hercules stood in shock. They called an ambulance which was there surprisingly fast. As they rode to the hospital, Alex's black rose grew more thorns. It got darker. More terrors filled the night than ever before. Only one thing could save him now. His starry faced angel. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ha I'm evil. I'm sorry. But I'm not. Have a great day!!
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