We Might Fall Chapter 1: We Might Fall, a grey's anatomy fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or its characters

Song mentioned: We Might Fall by Ryan Star

A/N: I don't even know how I came up with story, but I did I've been meaning to write it for a while. I'm not a good writer, so hope you like it. The begging kind of sucks, but it should get better. I don't know how long it will be at least a couple of chapters hopefully.

Warning mention of suicide

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Ch. 1: We Might Fall

We might fall... Some more than others. When we fall we are taught at a young age to get right back up. We wipe the tears from our face and face forward, but what happens when life throws us curve ball and it's too much? Is it even worth getting back
up if we know that we are just going to fall over and over again and it feels like there is no hope for you at all?

It was just a normal night, well technically it was morning, but who cared it was still dark out. Derek and Alex just got off after a long night shift. It was three or four in the morning when they got done. Alex was going to stay with Derek and Meredith
for a couple of nights do to a pluming problem in his apartment that he shared with April and Jackson, The two of them decided to get a hotel for the night. Alex decided to crash at Meredith's, because it was just going to be for a night or two. Alex
caught a ride with Derek because his car was currently in the shop for new tires. They made one quick stop to Alex's apartment to grab a couple things he needed for the next few days. When they got there Alex quickly grabbed some cloths and his toothbrush
and he quickly left.

Alex felt like someone was following him as he walked outside. He looked behind him, but there was nothing; he turned around again and was a couple feet away from a figure that was wearing a black hoodie, jeans and black tennis shoes. The hood masked
the persons face at the moment. The figure looked up from the ground and Alex instantly recognized who the person was. It was Aaron, but it didn't really look like him, he had dark circles under his eyes and his expression looked like he was scared
out of his mind.

"Aaron what are you doing here? Are you okay?"

"They… They told me that I had to hurt you dad. Dad I'm sorry, but I have to do this they won't leave me alone and this is the only way for them to stop."

Aaron pulled something from his back pocket and approached Alex with it.

"I'm sorry dad, but I have to."

"Aaron it's me Alex, your brother, not dad, dad hasn't been around in long time. Just put down the knife and we can talk."

Aaron shook the knife violently for a couple of minutes before calming down. Once he calmed down Alex got closer to him and attempted to grab the knife from his hand as he slowly stooped shaking the knife...Big mistake... Aaron raised the knife quickly
and stabbed Alex in the abdomen he made one single twisting motion before releasing it.

The knife pierced through Alex's body, the cooling sensation of the blade entered his body and then it got replaced with warm agonizing pain.

Time seemed to stand still; Alex glanced down at his wound and placed one hand over it. The blood seeped through his fingers, his knees bent slightly before he fell onto the street.

It happen so fast he didn't really have time to react. One minute he was standing there with his brother the next he was being stabbed by him.

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The blood soaked the white t-shirt, turning the color white into a dark red color. The blood poured out of the severe stab wound, pressure was keeping it from bleeding out even more.

He knew what being shot felt like and it hurt like hell, but getting stabbed was a different level of pain.

Oh God, he thought. I need help and I need it now. How could this happen? How did Aaron escape from the psychiatric hospital in Iowa and how did he get here? Why did he stab me?

A million thought raced through his mind, but he was more worried about Aaron then him bleeding out on the street.

Aaron bent down next to Alex's bleeding body whispers in his ear, "Dad I'm sorry the voices-"Aaron placed a finger over Alex's lips as he tried to speak.

Alex mumbles to himself about something that he didn't know Aaron could hear, but he did.

"Shh… They'll hear you." Aaron whispered in Alex's ear.

"You can't talk because if you talk they said I have to hurt you again and if I refuse they'll speak louder and louder. I can't have that I can't!"

Alex gasped for breath, each breath being more painful than the last; he managed to get out a few words while adding as much pressure to his wound as he could," Aaron listen to me. "Alex took Aaron's hand into his so he could try and calm him down.

"It's me Alex. Not dad. Dad hasn't been around for a while, remember?"

Aaron pulled away from the hand grip, pounding at his head with a closed fist.

"No! No! No! You're lying to me because Alex isn't even hear. He's… he's in Seattle. Alex wouldn't lie to me. He never has lied to me."

Aaron got up and walked away leaving Alex bleeding out slowly on the street with the bloody knife beside him.

He tried to call Aaron's name, but couldn't.

Alex gasped quietly in pain, clutching his stomach where he got stabbed. He lied on the street bleeding out, outside of his apartment. He felt for his phone in his pockets, so he could call for help. He pated both sides of his pockets… empty. I must have left it in the car,
he thought. The only way he would get help is if he called out for it.

"Help!" Alex tried to call out loudly, but couldn't because of the blood that was in his throat. The warm metallic taste filled his mouth; he coughed up a little bit of it beside him. He tried again, but his voice was a lot weaker and all that came out
was more blood.

It was late and Derek just wanted to go home and crawl in bed, he wondered what was taking Alex so long.

How long does it take to grab some clothes and a couple of other things? Derek reached for his phone in his pocket and began to dial Alex's number. The phone rang for a couple of seconds before he heard the phone beside him go off. He quickly hung up.
Derek decided to get out of the car and see what was keeping Alex. He walked up the street a little bit until he saw the body then he ran toward it.

Derek went to Alex's side and placed his hand on top of Alex's, to add more pressure to the wound and with the other he called 911 and within a couple of seconds the dispatcher was on the phone.

"911. What's your emergency?"'

"This is Dr. Shepherd. I need an ambulance at 1546 S Larson Avenue for a stab wound victim."

" Okay… Who's the victim?"

"Alex Karev. Just get an ambulance here!" Derek said with frustration then hung up his phone.

"Help is coming, just a few more minutes."

Alex struggled to keep his eyes open. His eyes fluttered open to close. Derek nudged his shoulder a couple of times to keep him awake.

"Alex... Who did this to you?"

Alex coughed slightly and coughed up a little bit of blood.

"It was… It was Aaron. He thought I was our dad and he said the voices told him to do it."

"The voices?"

"Yeah. He has schizophrenia. I don't know what happened. I'm his big brother I'm the one that needs to protect him. It's not his fault. He's off his meds and-"

"You should save your energy. Everything will be okay, just hold on can you do that for me?"

Derek looked for anything that could help stop the bleeding he pulled another t-shirt out of Alex's bag and placed it over the bloody one and added more pressure. He didn't know how much blood Alex lost, it had to be a lot though he guessed that he lost
at least 25 to 30 percent of his blood. Alex couldn't afford to loose anymore blood.

Alex nodded his head and coughed up more blood beside him. He turned his head slightly to the right and saw Aaron in the distance with a gun in his hands.

Aaron placed the barrel of the gun in his mouth, his middle finger on the trigger. Tears streamed down his face, the hand that held the gun shook violently. Just one shot he thought and it would all be over, just one shot and all the voices in his head
will stop, just one shot, he pulled the trigger and the sound of the gun went off. The sound echoed through the air almost sounding like thunder. Aaron fell to the ground; blood poured out of the back of his head, his lifeless blue eyes stared forever
in the distance.

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The heavy rain fell from the sky, sounding like a thousand bullets as it hit the ground. The heavy rain fell as if it was heaven weeping for the tragedy that had just unfolded for these two brothers, one was dead and other was close from being dead and
if he lived... if... It will be a long a painful road ahead for him.

"No!"Alex screamed in terror as Aaron pulled the trigger. He wanted to get up and hold his baby brother and never let go, but something was holding him back, one was Derek, the other... well was his legs, he couldn't feel them, but that wasn't that big
of deal at the moment what he wanted so much to be with his baby brother. He tried getting up arms doing all the work but, the blood continued to pour out and Alex slowly slipped out of consciousness and his head slowly dropped to the cold wet ground.
The rain soaked his weak body within seconds, washing away the pool of blood that surrounded him and Derek.

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A/N: Done with the first chapter Sorry for the cliffhanger. It's not as good as I wanted it be, but I wanted to start the story at least. I hope it gets better because I have all these different ideas for the story I just need to try and put it together.