I made this up on the spot. Its pretty crappy and I'm not really sure its even worth putting up, if its not please tell me so and I'll delete it.
Any-who, its Alex's point of view of how no one cares. He's kinda talking to MI6 (Blunt and Jones) but also to the average person who might see him.
I'll make a better version someday...Do you think I should make a bunch of little chapters? Each with a small poem?
You don't care
What do you think I am?
A monster?
A weapon?
A tool?
Jack's dead
Tom's dead
Sabina. Mom. Dad. Ian. Ben. Eagle. Wolf. Snake.
They're all dead
I just got scratched
I just got stabbed
I just got shot
I'm dying
Do you care?
Of course you don't
No one does
And if you do, you'll wind up dead
Don't care for me
Don't look at me
Ignore me
Please
Do you see me?
Do you care?
Of course you don't
No one does
Especially me
Do I even need to say review? Seriously?
Okay, fine....
REVIEW!