A/N: I have serious writer's block for my other story, so I'm starting this new one. It's my first Alex Rider story, and I need all the help I can get.
Disclaimer: My first name is Alex. Does that make me Alex Rider? If I am Alex Rider, I can't own him…awww. I'm also a girl…and not British…and if I was a spy I didn't know it…
Chapter One: The Dark
When Alex was little, like most children, he had been afraid of the little things. Characters in story books, loud noises. But he had especially been afraid of the dark. It had haunted him, swallowing him up as soon as he was in its clutches. He had begged Ian to buy him a bedside light, and after a few reminders, he had gotten Jack to go out and get one.
Now, the darkness had become his friend.
Alex sat on the window seat in his bedroom. His big, empty bedroom. The moonlight spilled through the open glass and reflected off the white walls, making it look pallid and ghostly. He closed his eyes, leaning his cheek against the cold window frame. Music filled the room quietly, making the atmosphere almost livable.
I tried to kill the pain But only brought more
(So much more)
I lay dying
And I'm pouring
Crimson regret
And betrayal
I'm dying (dying)
Praying (praying)
Bleeding (bleeding)
And screaming
Am I too lost, to be saved
Am I too lost?
The house, so big, was empty. It had been deserted long ago. But Alex was back. He was awaiting a phone call from Mrs. Jones, telling him where he was supposed to go. He didn't want to go anywhere, but its not like he had a choice, did he?
Alex was sick of being pushed around; moved off and thrown away like a paper doll. He needed his solitude.
He pushed up the sleeves of his gray jumper and traced the many scars with his finger. They had become pail and thin, even the newer ones didn't hurt anymore. They were his battle scars; reminders.
Alex's brown eyes were itchy and tired, but as soon as he closed his eyes, his mobile rang, unusually loud to Alex's ears. He hesitated before answering; knowing what he was about to hear, and he wouldn't like it.
"Hello?" The spy answered dully.
A/N: So there you go! Sorry it's a bit short, but the next chapter will be longer! I got the idea when mum and dad were out and the house was really quiet.
Also, the song was "Tourniquet" by "Evanescence"