Mental (Lams)

Chapter Twelve

John Pov
I looked down.

I saw Alex's body at the base of the building, his coat sprawled out.

He lied still.
Dead.
He's dead.

Is he?
Is he though?
What if it's just some..
trick?

Why'd he do that?
Oh my god.

I reached into my pocket.
"L-Laf...Help." I croaked in my phone.

~•~•~Time Skip~•~•~

I watched them put Alex's body on a stretcher and then did the same for Peggy.

Tears streamed down my face.

Why do I care so much?

Because he was funny.
Because he was brilliant.
Because he called me cute.

I clutched the blanket they gave me. 'They' as in the paramedics.

I sniffled.
"...how'd this happen?" Laf asked, breaking our silence.

"I don't know! One minute I was talking to him and he was as normal as..
well..
a sociopath could be!
And then he turned around and jumped. He was alive and b-breathing and then..he wasn't." I said, blankly staring forward.

The glass.
Why was the glass so important?
How the fuck did he do it?

He killed himself because he would never be entertained,
always bored,
and so I..wouldn't know how he did the trick with the glass.

He was brilliant!
Blood fucking brilliant!

If I was a better therapist than I could've shown him that he could have be the hero.

Not the villain.
He'd never listen to me anyway.

"Alex is the guy that knew Hercs full name without anyone telling him, right?" Laf asked.

"Yeah. He got Herc spooked. It's funny really. Alex is- was such a small guy. And Herc was horrified of him." I said, laughing dryly.

"Yeah." Laf muttered.

Should I got the funeral?
Is there going to be a funeral?

What would I even say?

The glass?
How did he do the glass?
Was there never glass..at all?

Brilliant.
Bloody brilliant.

'Oh Mr.Lauren's, I think we'll have fun.'

Another reason.

He thought I'd be able to entertain him. I didn't.

He must've thoug-
must've known nobody can provide his entertainment so he...
jumped.

I wanted to ask him a question yesterday.
I wanted to ask him,
'Would you rather be feared, or loved?'

He'd say 'Feared', probably.

Wait.
No.
He's too clever for that.

He'd say..
'Are you an idiot? Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.'

Trust me Alex,
I am.

"I think..I am going to quit my job. That seems like a good choice." I said.

"Yeah it does." Laf replied, watching the police cars, and ambulances drive away.

This is making above the fold news for sure.

-Two Months Later-

I stood in front his grave, my hands folded behind my back.
Suicide.
I chuckled softly.

"Alex, I don't know how you did it..but you made me wish that you were alive. You made me wish that this is some practical joke or some insane thing you've pulled.
I really hope it is.
You were cute in your own fucked up way." I said, not taking my eyes off the grave.

"You really think so? Thanks!"
I heard a voice call.

No.
No.
No.
What the fuck.

He's dead.
I'm hallucinating.

Why would my hallucinations come two months after he died.

"I'm not dead, just turn around my dear Laurens." Alex said.

I slowly turned around.

"Good to see you Laurens! Thanks for calling me cute, I do appreciate it.
Now, before you ask, I've been living in this crappy apartment for the past few months. I may have killed my neighbors cats, but! I had a reason. They coughed hairballs on my porch. I thought it was only necessary." He said, walking towards me.

"Y-you're alive." I choked, stumbling back.

"Indeed I am Jacki. Indeed I am." He said.

I shouted in fear and fell over.
Alex snickered.

"Oh how graceful." He muttered.

"You may be a klutz, but you're cute." He said, holding his hand out.

I took it and stood up. "Thanks...you're..you're not too bad yourself. I always did like you." I said, trying not to have a panic attack.

He looked me over.
He's doing the thing.
Seriously?

"Yes seriously, I haven't seen you in two months, let me do as I please."
He said.

"Fuck you."
"Love you too Laurens."
I scoffed.

"You grew a whole two inches. Congrats."
I muttered.

"Hey, don't say it like that. I'm proud to 5"7." He said.

He grabbed my hand and looked it over.

"What are you doing?" I asked.
He intertwined our fingers.

"You're the sane version of me Jacki." He said.

My eye twitched.
"Brilliant." I whispered.

"You know...I felt it too. I was just waiting."

This fucking bitc-
I love him.
He's my bitch now.