At night he can not sleep because when he sleeps they come back to haunt him.
He sees their faces; seared into his mind, forever imprinted on the backs of his eyelids.
He hears their voices in his head, floating around, whispering to him.
When he does allow himself to sleep or it becomes too hard to avoid it. He would smell the blood and the pain, he would always wake; sitting bolt upright; rigid, a hand to his chest were his bullet wound was healing. Unbidden a scream would escape his lips mingling with the buzzing of his alarm clock telling him to get up for school.
Every one tells him it isn't his fault. But Alex knows even if he didn't pull the trigger or throw the knife that ended their lives, he was to blame.
He was the one that killed them.
AN: i'm not sure if this should be a oneshot or not, if you review please tell me whether or not you think i should keep going and how i should do that. i have a couple of ideas but i would really like your advice.