"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH"
....
"Sir, we need you to calm do—"
"SHUT UP BITCH! PRETTY BOY, PLEASE WAKE UP. WHY AREN'T YOU RESPONDING!? PRETTY BOY PLEASE"
....
"Should we call security?"
"No, I— I think he's having a panic attack!"
....
"OPEN YOUR PRETTY EYES PLEASE, PRETTY BOY— ALEX, PLEASE"
....
"...Don't leave me, I'm helpless..."
—~•~—
Trembling and sweating, John abruptly sat up on the neat white hospital bed. Waking up after a panic attack had always been draining as hell for John. The smell of latex and antibacterial was giving him a headache, but that didn't matter, nothing did. He just had one question on his mind.
Where is Pretty Boy!?
He quickly looked besides him and saw a sleeping boy on the bed next to his, his boy. There was blood, meat, and fresh organs all over the white floor and even whiter walls, a metal pole (That was also bloody and musty) was rolling around on the floor. John shrugged uninterested, it was just everyday normal stuff.
Woah, good job Jack. You just broke the only thing that matters in this world
USELESS
You're so STUPID
"I didn't want to" He weakly murmured.
Now, because of you, he's gonna die
Die, die
DIE
ALONE
"That's a lie" He said, a little louder. "He will be okay"
Will he?
Will he?
No.
NO
Will he?
"Yes" John said firmly.
If he does, he'll hate you
Because you're STUPID
STUPID
STUPID
He'll hate you
"No" John said, his confident voice suddenly tuning into a shaky whisper.
You broke him John, just look at him. This was all your fault. You. No one else
Your fault
Your fault
STUPID
STUPID
USELESS
This was all your fault
"No" He said once again, tears starting to slip out from his red rimmed hazel eyes.
God you're such a crybaby
CRYBABY
Cry, cry
Bitch
USELESS
You're such a crybaby
John winced at the insult. "I don't fucking care!"
A crybaby that can't even take care of the only good things he has. Such a failure Jack
Failure
USELESS
You're so stupid
Alone, alone
"No.."
Look what have you done
"No, it wasn't me, it wasn't, it wasn't......It was The Unsatisfied Bitch"
The voices changed abruptly, turning darker, more serious.
You're right, you should kill her for harming your Pretty Boy
—~•~—
He grasped at the limp hand firmly, almost as if he were holding to it for his (not so) dear life. He kissed it and cried on it and caressed it and kissed it again. Hoping that something, anything would make him wake up.
"Pretty Boy.." John murmured, his voice raspy and hoarse from so much screaming and crying. "Please wake up. I need you. Please. I'll die without you please Pretty Boy. There is no one out there for me, just you. I only have you Pretty Boy. I love you please, please. I'll do anything just wake up" He kept pleading. "I swear, anything, please I just.....please.."
"The damage wasn't that severe" A nurse, that who know how long's been in there, softly spoke. "He has a few concussions, cuts, and bruises but we didn't find anything else. The boy sure has a tough head" She chuckled, trying and failing to lighten the mood. "There is a slight chance that there is memory loss, but it shouldn't be anything permanent, don't you worry" The kind eyed woman finished.
"Thanks..." John whispered, not taking his eyes off Alexander.
God, he's such an imbecile.
—~•~—
Angelica knew she shouldn't be walking around campus on such late and dark hours, but she had left her phone at the campus library when she went there after her American History class and she just had to go look for it. She wasn't sure if the establishment was even open but hey, she had to give it a try.
Behind her, she heard a noise, just a gentle creak of a stick. Probably just an animal, she didn't kept to much mind to it and just kept walking, a little faster, but without freaking out.
Though, she did start to get spooked when the silver shine of a blade pressed gently against her tanned neck, threatening to cut. Angelica suppressed a gasp and stayed still, knowing that even the slightest little movement could get her bleeding out slowly in the shadow of an abandoned alley.
"You've done enough harm already" A masculine but soft voice said harshly on her ear. "It's time for you to stop bothering, I'm gonna be happy and you're not gonna get in my way anymore"
Just a second before everything around her blurred into black, a memory from the back of her mind made her remember the owner of such voice.
John—
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Mad Hatter
FanfictionThey told him to stay away. They told him that he was crazy, that he was gone. But what if he is crazy? All the best people are. >
