Weak
A Nalex Story
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the story line.
This was pathetic. Abso-freaking-lutely pathetic.
She had done a great job of protecting her heart, hadn't she?
Maybe she should just have left.
Maybe she should leave.
Lock herself up in a cupboard.
Visit a nunnery.
Never come out until she died and her body decomposed,
Where the smart-ass CSI agents would rate it as unnatural death.
But no one would ever know.
No one.
About how this whole bloody thing started.
But she didn't care.
No one cared.
Not even her friends who offered to go kick his ass for her.
They were just saying it to be nice.
She needed to escape.
To run.
To hide.
From the scum of the Earth everyone knew commonly as Nate Gray.
Was he able to construct a coherent sentence?
Or was he mentally retarded?
Illiterate?
Or just a simple pain in the ass.
The latter seemed the most obvious answer.
But she was confused.
So, so confused.
And lost.
So, so, lost.
He had claimed to love her.
Before she discovered he loved another.
Stop playing with my emotions.
Stop making me happy one second, and upset the next.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
Was liking someone a sign of weakness?
They always said that.
But she was the strongest person she knew,
No matter how wrong that seemed.
Alex Russo.
Strong, independent Alex Russo,
For the first time in her life felt weak.
A/N: I wrote this for a very close friend who is experiencing this turmoil. It started out as a short excerpt during class, and progressed into something more. Like it? Hate it? Rate and Review it.