Mad Hatter

I Feel It Comming Up My Throat

A/N: Why is everyone thinking John is gonna diddly darn stab Eliza? John isn't that unstable guys chill lmao

John stepped inside the dark college dorm, his ears surprised to be met with unexpected whimpers and cries. The boy stayed unamused for a moment, thinking the wails only existed on his rotten mind, but as he kept waking, the sounds became more familiar and John realized that this was no hallucination of his.

"Pretty Boy?" With a shaky voice he asked. After not finding th named boy instantly, he looked under the bed, and there he saw his boy made a mess of tears and weep. Now closer to him, he could listen to the words 'I'm sorry' dripping repeatedly from Alexander's mouth.

"Pretty Boy?" John once again asked, crawling under the bed and leaving the food on the floor.

The boy stopped bawling instantly at the sound of John's voice, he was suddenly paralyzed.

"Pretty Boy what's wrong?"

"Don't come near me" The frightened boy whispered.

"Huh?"

"I will hurt you. I don't want to– no no no no no, god James" He whimpered.

Who the fuck is that James bitch? "Who's James, love?"

"My brother" Oh, thank god. "I am so so sorry I didn't want to, oh god why no no no no"

John wrapped his arms around the scared boy, not knowing what else to do. He let him cry on his shirt and he didn't mind, seeing his beautiful boy like this hurt his heart in every way.

"What happened to James?" John asked softly.

"He hates me" Alexander bawled. "It's my fault, why did I– no no no. Why me, I just– fuck"

John decided to not ask anything else that evening.

—~•~—

Skipping his way around, John looked for Alexander. He decided to surprise him today and pick him up on his classroom, though, he didn't need to go that far. From a not so dark alleyway, John heard cries of pain. But they didn't belong to a person, it sounded like they came from a cat or a mouse.

Curious, John decided to see what the animal was, but the tiny little whimpers had stopped before he could see. Still, he looked at the alleyway, and surprisingly, there he saw Alexander.

"Pretty Boy..?"

Alexander jumped at the sudden intruder, and turned around to meet John's eyes. He seemed scared, but he tried to hide it the best he could.

"What are you doing here?" John innocently asked.

"I just, saw this hurt cat and tried to help him. But it was too late" Alexander sighed with suspicious sadness.

John hadn't noticed until he mentioned, but there on the floor was a stray cat, covered in bruises and blood. It was a grotesque scene, it looked like the cat had been beat up to death.

"Poor kitten" John pouted.

"Yeah, I know. Anyways, wanna go to the park?"

"The park with the hooded figures?" John wondered.

"John, there are no hooded figures on the park"

Oh, right, he almost forgot that he was fucking crazy.

"Right" He said, embarrassed. "Let's go!"

When leaving, Alexander shot a glare at the dead cat, whispering. "You almost ruined me you damn cat" John stayed oblivious of such action.

—~•~—

"Oh, yes" The old lady told her. "She would often come here with two boys, they were really nice. Specially the one with the freckles"

"Could you give me a more specific description of the boys? Please?"

"Sure honey. One of them was kinda short, but he had a loud mouth. He had brown, almost black hair and it was really long. Brown eyes too, and a peach fuzz that he couldn't seem to grow"

She wrote down everything on her small red notebook.

"The other one was a little quieter, but very nice. His hair was very very curly and had lost of freckles everywhere. His eyes where huge and with lost of colors, green, hazel, golden, they were beautiful. He would always pick up food for the other boy. Oh, and they both had big eye bags"

"Thanks for your help, miss"

"No problem sweetie" The old lady smiled at her.

Popping her bubblegum as she excited the store, she couldn't help but think about the second boy's description. She swore, she has seen it somewhere.

And she was gonna figure it out.