Alicante High (A Malec Fanfic)

First Day

Alec woke to the beeping of his alarm clock. He turned over on his hard, and lump filled bed, to face the clock, and grunted as he made a fist, and hit the button to switch it off. He got off the bed, and got a fresh pair of boxers from his warn down dresser, and headed toward his personal bathroom.

As he entered, he was blinded by the white walls, and white tiles. He reminded himself to paint it while his parents and brother are gone for the month. He stripped himself of his black sleep shirt, revealing maroon and red marks traced up his arms and his torso. Years of homophobic remarks from his parents were equalled to the cut marks that made Alec hate himself.

He sighed as he started the shower water, and stripped off his gray sweatpants, and boxers. He stepped in the shower, and felt the cold water wash over the cuts and his pale skin. Alec didn't love taking cold showers, and he had warm water in his shower, but didn't fell worthy of using it. It was like this for everything. He would hear the words of hate of his mother and father when they spoke of gays, and he would cut himself, and feel unless, so he would only use cold water, buy torn clothing, and would do anything that made him fell useful.

Alec barley understood how he would do it, but he did it for five years.

He finally felt clean after standing five minutes under the spray, and turned off the water. He stepped out and started to dry himself, put on the fresh pair of boxers, and went back to his room, were he heard his mother and father talking in their room, that was next to his.

"I cannot believe this travesty, Maryse," exclaimed Robert, as Alec assumed he was reading the newspaper.

"What is it honey," she said, as Alec walked over to the wall were his parents room was and placed his ear on it.

"There's going to be one of those fag parades going through our street next month," said Robert in an angry tone.

"That is bad news, Robert, but we can't stop it. All we have to do is hope Isabelle is gone with one of her friends or boyfriends she's going to have that week, and that Alec goes to the library."

"Maybe we should just bring them back to England, I mean, that way we make sure that they aren't here or in the neighborhood," suggested Robert.

"No, they have school. And I want Alec to make friends, or have a girlfriend. I mean, he gets red with embarrassment whenever we mention if he has or ever had one. Maybe he's embarrassed to tell us, so he could bring her here while we're gone and..." Alec left the wall and raced back to cold bathroom. He pulled out a black box that he'd hidden in the mirror cabinet, and opened it, revealing a single, silver razor blade. A dark red was lined at the tip, but Alec washed it off. He placed it over his skin, where he'd never cut before.

The blade touched his skin, and Alec felt a form of relief wash over him. He watched as he pushed the blade deeper in his skin, making red blood appear around the edges. He started to move the razor toward is veins, when the door opened to reveal his younger sister. She was about to say something, when she saw the blade in her brothers hand.

"Leave Isabelle," he hissed at her, not bothering to move the blade.

"A-Alec," she stuttered as she moved toward her brother. A tear fell her cheek. She pulled the blade out of her brother's skin and hand, and through it in the silver trash container. She grabbed her brother by the arm he cut, and moved him to the sink. She turned the hot water on, but Alec moved away.

"Don't, Isabelle. Don't use the hot water," he said sternly.

"But it will get infected," she stated as she pulled her brother's arm back toward the running water, this time getting the cut under the rinse.