alex;
she sat there, waiting for the words to leave his mouth. but they never did. she didn't expect them too. it's been the same thing, month after month. things were changing, but it just didn't feel like they were. time was moving so slowly, but yet the clock was ticking an hour every second.
"alright, then," she whispered. she walked back to her room.
she was speaking to mid-air. the realization of this was sudden, and painful, but it was sure to go away when he comes back.
she's crazy.
she has been since sixth grade.
okay, maybe she doesn't have it as far off as other people do, but it's miserable anyways.
have you ever had that moment when you realize that you'll never be loved, that your friends probably hate you, and that there's honestly nothing going for you in this world?
well, welcome to alex's everyday life.
and that's why she's crazy.
"there you are," she said. this time, the air talked back, in a form of a boy. her friend.
"yeah, well, it's pretty busy outside. there was a crash down the intersection by 46th."
she had heard about it earlier. unfortunately, they typically have fatal crashes there often due to the weird way the rode was positioned.
"ah. lucky you weren't in it,"
"just barely, though. a second earlier, and i would be dead."
she sighed.
"alex, you've been so down lately."
he said the same thing during sixth period today. the real him.
"i dont know, i just don't feel right."
she repeated the same words she told back to him.
her mother called, and she heavily trudged her feet along the carpeted hallway to the voice.
"take this." her mom politely handed her an envelope. it was from the school.
"alex, when are we going to finish the posters for the drama production?" he asked.
she ignored him.
"thanks, mom."
she walked back to her room.
"why do you always ignore me when you're with other people? sometimes you'll glance at me, but you never respond to anything i say."
whenever she was imagining him, it didn't go away when she was around other people. so, he tended to ask this question.
"my mom finally thinks i'm somewhat okay for once. i'm not going to go back to stupid therapy, so if she doesn't see me talk to you, then she'll think i'm fine," she huffed.
"but you just admitted to not being fine," he said.
"well, obviously i'm not, because jacob, you're not real!" she shouted. he vanished.
she sighed, and tried to think of something to keep her mind busy. or maybe she'd try not to think at all. but it's almost impossible not to think. if only she had a handicap, like the ones from a story they had recently read in english, where the intelligent wore a ear piece to rankle them every twenty seconds or so. she might be happier then. who knows?
she'll go for a walk.
she grabbed her black and white vans, and laced them up on her chilled feet.
she felt the nice, cool, fresh air rush in her face as she stepped out the door.
as she walked down the street, she noticed a familiar figure.
as the grew nearer, his face lit up with recognition.
"hey, alex," he said from five feet away.
then, when in reach, he touched her arm.
this was the real jonas.
"hey," she replied back. his eyes shifted down to her hand.
"what's that?" he queried. alex shrugged, and ripped open the envelope.
as she read the letter, her face dropped more and more. she was failing her classes.
"how did that happen?" jonas startled her. she didn't realize he was reading over her shoulder.
"you're like, the smartest person i know. plus, i've never seen you fail a test before."
"it's the homework. i just can't do it, i can't focus long enough to do it." a few tears spilled out of her eyes. the end of the semester was nearing, and she couldn't fail her classes.
"hey, hey, it's alright. if you ever need my help, then you can just send me a text, and i'll be right over." as if to add extra reassurance, he gave her a tight hug.
"want to walk together?" he offered, once the tears had gone away. she nodded, and they headed down the street. at first it was silent. it was enjoyable, but she liked it better when he talked. she liked to listen.
"i found a cool place down the street. it's mainly a skating deck, but it also has a cafe with really good food. want to check it out?" once again, she nodded
they walked down the street, toward the skating and cafe place. she noticed that it was quite cheap, so she could actually afford her own skates and food. she was thankful for that.
they had an amazing time skating, and afterwords, eating lunch at the cafe. jonas was right. they had amazing food, and she ate a lot more than she usually did. sadly, today was the first day she actually felt happy in a long time.
after they ate they walked back out to the street. on the sidewalk, jonas turned to her and said, "i'll be right back. i have something i need to pick up from my car," and left her, alone.
alex hated being alone, yet she was most of the time. when she was alone was when her imagination grew out of control, and when she's alone does it bother her the most.
trying to keep her mind busy, she traced patterns into her laces with her eyes.
suddenly, she heard someone from the sidewalk cry out. her head snapped up to watch a three car collision.
46th street, with the intersection known for it's fatal crashes.
then she studied the cars, specifically one of them, which seemed familiar. she stepped closer.
it was jonas' car.
and inside the vehicle was jonas himself.
she had never felt so numb, and floaty. and that was saying alot.
despite the dreamy - more like nightmarish - feeling, her legs still managed to work.
and they ran.
they ran and ran, faster than she ever had run before.
she ran through streets, almost causing another accident to happen.
she ran through a field.
her feet were crashing down too loudly to hear someone calling her name, someone who's feet were also running after her.
the tears finally came, as she entered a forest. this made it hard to breath. this sent her tumbling down to the ground, almost glad that she had finally stopped running. but unfortunately, she kept tumbling, rolling down a large hill.
then she heard it.
water, rushing like the car of a police on an intense chase, the water just as loud as the sirens would be.
she felt the cold water, and her the splash, and knew she had fallen in and been submerged.
and then she saw him, his brown eyes, black hair, and knew that this was the realy jonas staring back at her, frantically shouting her name over the rushing water, following the current.
and that's the last thing she saw before her head hit a sharp rock protruding fron the sandy floor of the river.
jonas;
jonas had returned with a small box in hand when he saw her running.
he concisely looked around, and saw a car wreck had happened. maybe she got scared?
but he knew she wasn't stopping, so he shoved the box in his pocket, followed her, and called her name.
she didn't stop running. he had never seen her run like this. until finally, they had entered a forest, and she fell.
he saw the hill, and was immediately worried. he used to come here all the time with his little sister, when his parents would fight, and knew that there were dangerous waters just below here.
and of course, he heard the splash.
screaming her name, he tried to follow alex along the river, though it was hard to. if only her head would stop bobbing underwater.
then the water turned red. lots of red, dark red, as if the light had seeped out of a warning signal into the river.
and he knew it was her that was causing the river to take this ominous shade.
he almost threw himself in the river trying to find her, but he didn't have to when she finally popped into view. she was obviously unconscious. he reached out for her arm, and caught hold of it, timing perfect. she was unhealthily cold, like frost coating the ground, making everything slippery. as he pulled her onto the shore and onto his lap, he found the small spot on the back of her head where it looked as if she'd been stabbed. the blood gushing from the wound already found it's way onto his shirt.
