Cold Blooded (ImAllexx x Memeulous)

Hitting Home

A/n This part is going to contain some

very deep topics which mainly focuses

around the idea of suicide the whole way

through so if you do not enjoy this then

please DO NOT read it

Thank you
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George's POV
It had been a few weeks since the incident and things didn't look any better. George skipped any messages from Alex knowing that they would all be the same old sorry messages he always sent when he fucked something up. Usually George would've given in and at least read the messages but not this time, because he now a had a scar on his face from where Alex had thrown the watch at him. The doctors said it would fade within a year but that was just the physical scar, the mental scar left behind was unbearable, George was so kind and Alex just threw it back in his face, literally. This wasn't the only worry though because George hadn't really moved on from Alex, sure he'd shagged a few girls but he always did what Alex said he would, he killed them in fear they'd find out his secrets. But he was also never able to enjoy it, he missed Alex's smile when he told him they were going 'hunting', he missed the touch of his small hands even though Alex was taller, he missed the control Alex always took when things got heated, to put it short he missed Alex but he also hated him for what he did. Things were slow moving, but at least he had Will because Will understood the situation and even though he encouraged George to speak to Alex he never pushed him and could change the subject of the conversation extremely fast if he could tell George was getting annoyed. Plus Will threw a party almost every other day so George wouldn't get bored staying inside all the time so life was good. That was until George had to go to lesson, even though he sat at the back Alex would just keep looking over his shoulder and it annoyed George because then everyone would start asking questions in and after the lesson, but luckily for George the teacher must have noticed this and moved Alex to a different class because the past three lessons Alex hadn't been there. This was good because he could go back to not being noticed, he liked it like that, it made him less of a suspect when things happened to students and he wanted to keep it that way but when the teacher called him to stay behind for a quick favour that attention was only going to get worse.

Alex's POV
It had been a few weeks since the incident. Alex had texted George so may times telling him he was sorry and that it was all his fault but George hadn't even read them. Alex had tried getting his attention in class to try and show how sorry he was no matter how embarrassing it was staring at him for three and a half hours but George had ignored him. So Alex had stopped messaging George and instead turned his phone off. He decided to stop going to lesson and just disappear. He'd went to the doctor and they gave him pills. He went to the shop and they suggested alcohol. He sat for hours at a time curled in a ball crying to himself begging for it all to be a bad dream, begging for it to all be over. He blamed himself for everything. He was the reason George got mad, he was the reason George had left, he was the reason everyone stopped talking to him. It was so painful to experience, the days were painfully slow as he constantly thought about George, his smile, his touch, his horrible jokes, his silly giggle when he was drunk, his soft hair when he cuddled up to Alex, it was too much. Alex felt George had done so much for him and he just threw it back in his face, literally. So one afternoon after drinking nothing but alcohol and not eating anything for the past three days he got up and stumbled to the bathroom a bottle of rum in hand. He opened up the cupboard and grabbed the orange bottle of pills the doctor had gave him. The doctor had told him to take one a day but somewhere in his mind told him that if he took a handful he'd be okay he'd be released from his pain and no one would have to worry about him, he just had to do it. He sat on the floor with his whiskey and pills and poured a glass so he had something to wash away the bad taste of the pills when he took them. He poured the some pills into his hand and necked them along with his whiskey and he sat there for five minutes just sipping on his bottle crying, he knew what he'd done and now there was no way to stop it. He looked at the pill bottle as he got dizzy and light headed, his eyes dropping slowly, he couldn't fight it, he was too weak to fight it. His hearing became like an echo and in the distance he heard....his door? Before the sound of the pill bottle hitting the floor making the pills fly out like skittles. He felt sleepy and he let his eyes fall embracing the darkness hearing someone cry his name before it all went silent.

A/n I have nothing to say other than poor Alex but who was the mystery voice. Also I know this is a touchy topic but I felt I had to address it at some point also thanks to the 80 of you who have read even one of these parts because this is a first time thing and so I don't expect it to be good. Also you should know that the next part is gonna be a long one because the last one and this one were pretty short but it is also going to contain this topic through out so that's just a warning.

Also feel free to hit me up if you've got any issues you wanna talk about, sometimes things get hard and I understand that and I've got tons of free time at the minute to talk if you want. More active on insta tho ngl so if you do wanna talk you got more chance there-baconater3000.exe idk google suggested name
Thanks