His Time Ran Out (Jamilams fanfic)

Rescued from Death

It was Wednesday morning, and John woke up. This time Alex was gone. He made it to school on time. John got up and went to the kitchen to make himself breakfest. There was a note with heart scribbled on it laying on the counter. He opened it and read it.

Hey babe, I'm sorry that you were crying yesterday. I hope you are okay. I don't want to see you cry again though. It makes me sad, and I didn't know what to do. I was freaking out but I didn't show any emotions. All I could think of doing was making you happy. Everyone needs to vent every once in a while, so if you need to I'm always here for you. You are the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for! Love you! Sincerely, Alex. 

John hugged the note and he heard a knock on the door. He set the note down and walked over to the door. He looked through the window, it was Lafayette and Mulligan. John opened the door.

"Hi guys!" John exclaimed.

"Hey John!" Mulligan said.

"Would you like to join us for coffee?" Lafayette asked.

"Yeah, sure!" John accepted their offer. He needed to get out of the house for once. They walked to the coffee shop about 4 blocks from John and Alex's house.

"Thanks guys, usually I just sit on my lazy ass and eat all day!" John spoke.

"No problem, we miss hanging out with you and Alex!" Mulligan said.

"Oui, too bad he's always in school," Lafayette spoke.

"Yeah, he's changed. A lot," John said.

"What do you mean, John? Laf asked.

"Well, he wants to...um, kill himself," John stuttered.

"What? Is he okay?" Mulligan blurted.

"Yeah, he hasn't done any self harm for the past couple days. Since I caught him putting lit matches on his skin," John explained.

"Wow, do you know why?" Lafayette questioned.

"I think he's just really upset because people bully him and stealing stuff from him. I had to go to one dicks house and beat him up because he took his notebook from him," They finally arrived at the coffee shop and they got silent when they went in.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Laf whispered to John. John nodded and they walked up to the counter and ordered what they wanted. When it was John's turn to order he asked for a latte. They all got there coffee and walked outside to sit at one of the tables. They found a table and sat down. They made sure nobody was around them so they could talk about Alex.

"So, about that thing, John," Laf spoke, "Does he cut himself?"

"Yeah, on his wrists, thighs and ankles," John listed. He couldn't stop thinking about the cuts and burn marks all over his body. Then John started crying.

"Oh, John, don't cry I'm sure he'll stop! It will be okay!" Lafayette said. They rubbed John's back to calm him down. It worked, he knew Alex wouldn't kill himself. Right?

They finished their coffee and went to Laf's and Herc's  house. They watched sports and talked about politics. Then John remembered that Alex would be home soon and he wanted to talk to him about his depression. John headed home. He got there about 7 minutes after Alex was supposed to. He opened the door and sure enough, Alex's bag was sitting on the floor. Alex was no where to be seen though.

"Alexander!" John shouted but there was no response. John looked around for him. He saw a folded note sitting on the kitchen counter. He picked it up unfolded it and read it. John immediately noticed, it was a suicide note.

It read,

Dear John, I love you, so very much! I'm sorry, I can't take the world any longer. It's just not my place. I'm hoping where I go from here will be better than this world. Remember, this is not your fault. You are a great boyfriend and I'm sorry I have to leave you like this. Just move on with your life. Don't let this set you back or bring you down. Love, yours truly, Alexander Hamilton.

John was sobbing his eyes out as he rushed to look in the bedroom. He saw Alex standing on the chair and a noose in front of his face. They looked each other for a second, then, John ran to Alex and lifted him off the chair. John sat him down on the bed and hugged him so tight.

"Oh my god, baby don't ever do that again! I was worried sick!" John cried as he planted kisses on Alex's forehead and cheek.

"I'm sorry John!" Alex was shaking and crying. He knew John was trying not to have a panic attack. He was failing. He started to hyperventilate a bit. Alex put his head on John's chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was pounding like a drum. A super fast drum. Then John tipped back on the bed and Alex did too. They cuddled there until they both fell asleep.