Silent Complications

Chapter 3

Alexander's P.O.V.

Mud squelched underneath my feet as I ran out into the park’s field across from the college dorms. It had been raining about an hour ago, leaving an earthy-smelling and humid atmosphere. My breath becomes ragged as I continue to run as fast as my legs can carry me. Before then I reached a hedge and hid in it where a large chunk of the leaves and twigs that seemed to have been yanked out to create a sort of dome in it—you could say that it kind of reminded you of Bambi and his mother’s thicket that they had lived in. 

I sat there, my hands clenched into fists as I grip at my hair. I pull my knees to my chest and bury my face in them with tears streaming down my cheeks. I sat there, silently crying as my mind raced with thoughts. 

What was I thinking?

I’m so stupid!

Why did I do that?

I shouldn’t have done that!

I continued to sit there, hidden in the hedge for however long; it seemed like an eternity for me. As time passed my silent cries became more choked out, my breathing sounding hoarse. It didn’t take long before a rumbling sound came from far off into the distance.

My body tensed.

I became paralyzed.

My face went pale and chills ran down my spine; it gave me the goosebumps. Just my luck, I thought, please, not now. I plead desperately in my mind for this nightmare to go away. This cannot be happening. Not right now. My muscles tense and I feel myself shaking violently against the cold feeling; my bones become like jelly. 

More rumbling came. (This time it is closer; this time it rang throughout my skull, bouncing back and forth.) All sound seemed to have then faded into the background of the ringing in my ears. I became numb right there and then; I could not feel anything but fear. I was helpless in that hedge.

Not long did the sudden memories of my past came flooding in my head like a tsunami: my dead, sick mother; my dead cousin who committed suicide; the eye of the hurricane. I cried harder, my screams being muffled over the loud crashing and booming of thunder… 

Until darkness consumed me.

Thomas’s P.O.V.

“ALEXANDER!” I called out as I stood outside of the college building, looking around frantically for my roommate and past crush—yes; my past crush.

Back when we were in high school, Alexander and I were not on good terms at all. We both started out as “somewhat acquaintances” at the beginning of the year (I was a junior and he was a sophomore then)—I had and still thought that he was a handsome (and adorable) person—, that is until the second semester came. When second semester came we both ended up being in the same debate class; and that was when all went to shit. 

At the start of debate class, we were on good terms when our first debate topic came up: children are not supposed to play video games.

Yes, I know it is sort of a stupid question for debate, but this first debate was intended to start off the class with a simple beginning—though, Alexander made it seem like it was a big deal.

While I agreed that children shouldn’t be allowed to play video games, Alexander went for the opposite. He wasn’t a video gamer himself, but he found good reasons to defend his side. Though, right now, I won’t get into depth on the debate as you can probably figure out how it went.

I called out Alexander’s once more, but once again did the thunder drown out my desperate calls. My feet shuffle as I weave and pace back and forth, unknown of where to look first. In a panic I quickly ran back inside the building sopping wet to hopefully find help.