Bruised&broken (Jalex)

Is this the end of us?

Quick a/n before the chapter starts. I don't think I can continue this piece. I'm sorry. I just don't know how to continue this. I never had much plans for this fic. All I had was the beginning until he was assigned a therapist that was Alex. After that was just free writing. All I know is that you're probably not going to like the ending of it.

I left the hotel in a quick manner; I wanted my guitar. I know where Alex was coming from so we were on better terms wen we left. I know he is home now but the good terms means I can grab my guitar and leave without a word or an 'I'm still thinking'. It wouldn't even take minutes. Plus, I still don't know where I stand on the trust subject and I don't want to start a screaming match.

Looking for my car was very easy. I remembered exactly where I parked it considering I did It on floor two, section B where there was a column with a sign 'two B' with graffiti under it saying 'or not two B'.

I got in the car, starting it up and pulling out quickly. Getting lost in the garage park for five minutes because I did not know where the fuck to turn. It was quite impossible.

Finally seeing the turn and driving out to the free way. Considering the time of day, midnight, there was not many cars out so it was easy for me to drive. It was very peaceful out; I decided that I'd go to the park after I got my guitar.

Ten minutes of silent driving later, I was approaching Alex and I's home. I never felt right calling it a house. House didn't suit the way I felt inside of it. Home had a certain feel to it. It made the building seen comfortable. Home. I wonder if I'll ever be able to call it that again. Our fight wasn't serious but outcomes are never set in point.

Walking to the home and twisting the handle, I noticed the door was unlocked. It reminding me of the day I first came out to Alex.

Okay the things in italics is a flashback. Okay? okay.

I parked my car in front of his house and stepped out. Seeing his parents weren't home, I knew that the door was unlocked. I always do this. I opened the door and shut it locking it knowing his parents would flip about it not being locked. Alex was too careless alone. How will he ever survive living alone. He'd probably forget to close the door and have stray cats living with him. I made the mistake of laughing out loud.

I saw Alex walk out of the kitchen in just sweatpants.

"What are you laughing at fuck stick?"

"Oh nothing, just how careless you are about locking the door or that when you actually live alone how you'd probably forget to close the door and you'd live with stray cats just coming in and out of your house."

"Dude, as much as that's probably true, fuck off." And then he walked back into the kitchen. I followed.

"Would you name the cats Alex? if you do, name one after me will ya?"

I smiled to myself. That day is probably the happiest day of my life.

Walking inside, I made my way to out music room. The happiest and surprisingly the quietest (sometimes) room in the house. It was the room where if someone was stressed out or needed to be alone, would head. Alex and I even wrote some music too. I'd mainly write the guitar parts and Alex was a God with a pencil and paper. I grabbed my favorite guitar. A fender DG eight S. It wasn't exactly the best guitar out there but it held the most value to me. It was the first guitar I ever got and the first I learned on.

"Jack?" I heard down the hall. It wasn't a dumb inquire to Alex because who the hell else would be in the house? he came into the room squinting at the lights. He had obviously been asleep or well trying to. The tear tracks running down his checks told otherwise. The whole world could've heard my heart shatter.

"Not now lexy."

"IF NOT NOW THEN WHEN?"

I just shook my head and started towards the door. I didn't feel like driving right now. If I'm quite honest, I'd probably go drive my car into the nearest body of water because I feel like shit for making Alex feel that way.

The walk to the park was silent but so loud at the same time. The type of silence where you can hear your ears ringing and there's nothing you can do about it. The type of silence that drives a man mad.

I sat down in a big field and starting strumming random chords. I didn't particularly want to play something specific, just something to get my mind off things. I started playing a song that Alex and I wrote right after I got out of the center.

"So long live the reckless and the brave
I don't think I want to be saved
My song has not been sung

And long live the fast times, so come what may
I don't think I'll ever be saved
Our song has not been sung
Long live us" the voice came out of no where but I had absolutely no trouble giving a name and a face to that voice. The voice I feel on love with. The voice that have me hope. The voice that fixed.

I laid back at let the over grown grass engulf me.

"Ever since we've started being friends, I new that we were in it for the long run. We are and forever will be partners in crime. Long live us in this damned town of ours. We are the reckless and the brave. " I heard footsteps leaving.

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Um yeah. That was it. I have no plans for a epilogue of sorts. It may come but I have no idea when. Once again I have no plans of it. So this story has come to an end and I just want to let you guys know how thankful I am for your reads and the votes and my read updatingness. I'm always here and I'm think of starting a new fic but idk. It'll probably be another jalex fic but who knows. This is the second time that I've ever finished a story. my other story is not a fan fic though. It's just fiction. Go ahead and read if you'd like. I don't delete it for sentimental reasons although I cringe a little when I see it. It was poorly written sooo... once again thank you for reading and such. I love you guys. Happy readings:) 💚