thebritishwannabe: Thank you, glad you like it so far.
TomDaleyAndTMS: Thanks and I agree this is rather sad and it might get worse.
BookWormDiva501: Thank you! I love Adam's protective side too especially since it's so rare in the show.
MunkLover4Ever: Same but they'll know soon...
Criminal Minds Love: Yeah, it's kind of depressing in the beginning. It'll get better...
Warning(s): Same as always but did I forget to mention a bit of character death? Oops.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter 2: Where's My Wonderland?
A week later...
Davenport's P.O.V
For weeks I have noticed Chase's demeanor change. He's become more quiet and reserved. As the others leave the lab I decide to call Chase over. I'm determined to find out why. He stays behind and waits wringing his hands together.
"What's wrong?" I ask firmly and straight to the point.
"What do you mean?" He retorts sounding honestly confused.
"Chase," I sigh.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he answers.
Our eyes lock and I search in hope to find anything. The boy that used to be so happy. But it's in vain as I don't know who he is anymore. I wish I could've been a better father. And I promise I'll make it up.
"If you won't confide in me at least know that I'm always here for you," I say with a kind reassuring smile.
He nods perplexed and leaves.
Adam's P.O.V
I come back from my trip to the ice cream shop. Happily I head to the kitchen to put the remainder in the freezer for Chase and see a few post it notes:
Went to a convention for the day, dragged Leo- D
Went over to Caitlyn's- B
Be back before weekend. Got called for news coverage a few towns over- T
Smiling I go to Chase's bedroom, maybe he wants some. I remember to use my manners and knock on the door. I wait but no one answers. So being me, I push the door open.
Down you fell, deep into your mind
Off to wonderland, leaving what's real behind
You're a riddle I can't seem to read
Your love a fairytale, too hard to believe
"Chase?" I call.
I wonder deeper into his dark room. I haven't been in here since we got to move in. It looks the same as when he got it. Just blank except for his acoustic black guitar in the corner and the scattered papers on his bed.
Broken and sad as the tarnish on your crown
Nowhere to go but down
Caught up in yourself, nowhere to be found
No other way but down
"Chase," I call again getting more and more concerned.
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
I see light coming from the bathroom. I really don't want to intrude but...
Say your farewell too what's real
Like the pain that you feel
Welcome to Wonderland (It's dead)
I try to open the door but something is blocking the way. I push on the door again with success this time.
Eat me or drink me
Seeing is believing
Wonderland, baby,
It's all in your head
I stare in horror at my baby brother lying on the tiled floor, pale. Lifeless.
Your cup runs over with emptiness
Chasing the hare of your innocence
Hide behind your cheshire smile
Once was vivid, was gray all the while
There's a lake of blood starting to outline his thin body. His clothes are damp with blotches of red. My mind snaps into mission mode remembering what I've been taught about things like this. All the while I'm thinking...
How can he do this? He looked fine, smiling mere hours ago.
Broken and sad as the tarnish on your crown
Nowhere to go but down
Caught up in yourself, nowhere to be found
No other way but down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
This isn't real. This can't be real. I think as I apply pressure to stop the blood flow.
Say your farewell too what's real
Like the pain that you feel
Welcome to Wonderland (It's dead)
"Com'on," I mutter.
The blood flow slows down significantly almost stopping. As I make to check him. He's not breathing. And his pulse is too weakened, I probably would've missed it too.
Instinct takes over and I give him CPR. My lips touch his cold ones. How long has he been bleeding? How long had he been alone?
Eat me or drink me
Seeing is believing
Wonderland, baby,
It's all in your head...
How long has he thought of this?
Chase's P.O.V
I didn't mean to let it get this far. I meant yeah it would've happen sooner or later. But not now. It's not even about what he said. Or about what she said. But it hurt. I get that Trent likes to pick on me but knowing my secret and calling me those names because he thinks I'm disgusting isn't fair. Just as what Caitlyn yelled at my face. And they're right, a sick bastard like me shouldn't live. And if asked it's real simple. They pushed me too far that even Spike won't come out.
"Chase!"
I can hear my name being called but my eyes are too heavy to open. I can feel pressure being added to my wrists. And then there's warm lips against mine that taste of chocolate ice cream.
In moments I'm sputtering and gasping for air. My eyes snap open and with hazy blurred vision I look for my saviour. I look up at the fuzzy figure making out the outlines.
"Hey there," he smiles relieved.
"Adam?" I croak.
Where's My Wonderland-Blood On The Dance Floor
