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Chapter- 23

"Alexander, what are you doing!" John yelled waving his hands in the air angrily. He was being over dramatic and way to much of a bitch. Alexander sat on the ground hugging his knees. The more John yelled, the tighter he'd pull closer to himself. Everything seemed so.. dangerous. He felt different. He felt pathetic. Useless. He didn't feel cool anymore. He didn't wanna move. If you'd look at him it'd look like he was a statue of some sort. You couldn't even tell he was breathing. He was in so much pain he couldn't care to move.

And no. Alexander didn't want attention. He didn't think being cool would get him friends.. he's just being himself. Alexander came to school this way. He was outgoing, rude, obnoxious. Until the school became like a family. And all that stuff. Alexander never really wanted to hurt anyone. He was just scared of being hurt. That's basically what a lot of people did. So he thought he might as well too. Alexander is now sweet, trusting, funny, and just like any other teen.. curious. Some of the things he does is for the best and apart of learning.

John on the other hand, was being way to onward with this stuff being put in his head by James. I mean Ye, maybe changing a little bit because of age, is healthy.. but not eating and changing all the way— doesn't sound very healthy. Matter-a-fact it's definitely not healthy not to eat. John was only doing what mostly every other teen would too. He was getting his stuff from the Internet and his enemies. It's like one movie based off a true story. Sometimes bad things are in the end, and some good. But that's what life's about. Finding out the end. Finding out your future.

Alexander finally had the strength to stand up. Though his legs were wobbly and he could have just fell then and there. But as long as his heart was still there. Then his dignity was too.

"John.. why didn't you tell me." Alexander crossed his arms and looked everywhere but at john. His voice was horse and dry.. by the lack of choking on air because of the hardness of crying. Believe me, he prayed as well. But that stuff bothered John. He needed everyone's attention wether he had something on his face or not. So he grabbed Alexander's shoulders and dead stared at him. It wasn't friendly, it was deadly.

"You DONT touch my things Alexander!"

"Then—" alex sobbed out and someone busted in.

Reynolds . Alexander eyes got wide and he backed up in fear. He didn't know what to think. He was in this weird sort of panic attack. He thought James was chasing him. But he wasn't. He thought James was going to do something awful inside his apartment to him. But he wasn't. He thought John would abandon him. He did. Alexander screeched and tried to grab onto anything in sight, only grabbing the air in the process .  It was to late to use any force behind him. Hitting his head on the back of the shower and falling inside. Blood stained his head as well, leaving a squirt on the wall.

Alexander felt like he was choking on air. It felt like his air was being forced out of him. His limbs were weak and his eye sight was awful. Everything was slowly going dim and blurry.Everything started turning black. It scared him even more.

The last sight he saw was John. Crying? He couldn't have been crying right? He didn't care for Alexander. He admits it already.

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