The One Named Echo Alexander: Gone

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: This book has dark and sensitive subjects such as murder, suicide, LGBTQ+ relationships, and more. If you're not comfortable with that kind of stuff, you should probably stop reading.

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Echo was laying down on the floor, looking under his bed for his ukulele. Apparently, he had one, and he just never used it, cause it was a gift from his mum and she died.

Today, he remembered he had it, and decided to get it out. I mean, it was a guitar.

"Why don't I own a flashlight..." Echo mumbled.

Eventually, Echo found it and it pulled it out. It was in a small case, covered in dust.

He got up, and sat on the edge of his bed. He opened the case, and took out the guitar.

He started fiddling with the tune things at the end, not really tuning it, just messing with them. He wasn't really paying attention either, he was spaced out.

And now, like all things in Echo's life right now, whatever he was doing has now been ruined.

By thoughts. Memories.

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Echo sat at the lake. It was night, like always. But, this time, he had brought his sketchbook. Why? Well, I mean, he was probably gonna space out again, but this time he could write down his thoughts. Sketchbook, journal, same thing.

The way Echo wrote was... interesting. He mixed up Latin, Greek, and English all in one sentence. Like, one word would be Latin, maybe a second, then English, then Latin, or Greek, etc etc.

Funny thing was, his sketchbook wasn't a journal, it was the other way around. He had been writing in this thing since he was 13, aka, around 3 years after Thomas died.

Then, eventually, he started to use some of it as a sketchbook. Now it's just kinda, both.

Of course, he had started to not really write around the time he met Jackson. Sure, he drew a lot in it, which was one of the reasons Jackson and Echo even became friends (and more), but he didn't really write.

Then, Echo died. Ace happened. The sketchjournal wasn't used at all until Acho, and even then, Ace couldn't draw if his life depended on it, and Echo was never really in control.

After Acho got separated, Echo still just kinda used it to draw stuff and occasionally write. But, eventually, something happened. The honeymoon. Oh gods, the honeymoon.

Echo died. Again. Well, he thought he did, then he actually didn't and had to disguise as a guy named Erebus.

Erebus didn't last long, and after that, Echo still sorta used the sketchjournal, until, y'know, he disappeared. For two months.

Funny thing is, Echo brought the sketchjournal with him. But he didn't add anything to it. Didn't write, didn't draw. He did look at one of the drawings, aka the one that started his and Jackson's relationship, but that doesn't really count.

When he returned, he just kinda, stopped. He put the sketchjournal in a drawer and left it there.

But, today, he took it back out. And wrote for the first time in... what was it, a month? 2? Since Jackson went into that coma...

Echo sighed, ripping out the page he had written on and balling it up. He was about to throw it in the lake or something, but suddenly he could hear someone, to the right of him.