OH MY GOD, WHO THE HELL IS THAT AND WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?! Oh it`s just me, updating my story, got you fooled now didn`t I?! anyways, it`s been a week and I thought I should give you another chapter since you apparently liked the first one (Crazy people), so good luck reading my awful story full of mistakes and stuff. Oh and I need a disclaimer too…
Disclaimer: (Laughs to death) "R-really? You thought I owned anything, don't you know I`m a loser?"
Someone pulled the curtains roughly aside and as the darkness was chased away, the light slapped him forcefully in his face. He groaned and tried to dig his way through his pillow and sheets, into the comfortable confinements of his bed, where there was still night.
Sadly, whoever it was who was in his room was apparently not happy about this.
"ALECALECALECALEC!" Someone screamed into his ear. Great, now he had a headache too.
"What do you want Izzy?" His voice was slurred, he was so tired and the bright morning light wasn`t helping on his new headache.
"School starts soon." Her voice was softer now. "You have to get ready."
Alec buried his head even deeper into the pillow. "I don`t want to go, Iz."
She sat down on the edge of the bed. "You have to go; we have to try to get back to normal."
He sighted. "But things long past normal by now. Max is … gone, mom and dad hates me, and I`m just inches away from being sent back to the hospital, why should I care about school!" Why was he talking about this so early in the morning?
She narrowed her eyes. "That won`t happen, we won`t let you go back to that place ever again. Now come on, we`re leaving in under an hour." She stood up to leave his room. Alec`s eyes widened. "You are not wearing that to school, or anywhere where people can see you!"
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my dress!"
Alec raised an eyebrow. "It`s not a dress, it`s a shirt, Iz."
"Well Alec, I`m not arguing about clothes with someone who has the fashion sense of a cow." She turned on her heel and didn`t even close the door as she left the room.
Alec sighted again and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, before he sat up and placed his feet on the cold wooden floor, with Izzy you just couldn`t win, she had to argue about everything. Looking through his closet, he found a pair of jeans that were almost black and a baggy gray sweater, just his style, or lack of style as Izzy would put it. He pulled on his clothes, ran a hand trough his messy black hair and deemed himself somewhat presentable, he then left his small and relatively safe bedroom, heading for the bathroom. The door was, of course, locked, he should have guessed.
He knocked on the door. "Jace, I need to brush my teeth!"
"I`m not finished, you`ll have to wait!"
For the third time that day Alec sighted, this was going to be a long day. He moved down the hallway, and went down the stairs. When Jace was fixing his hair, it was no use waiting for him, at least it was worth the wait, he looked hot for it, not that he had a crush on him or anything. He went down a second hallway towards the kitchen; this new house was pretty big, he preferred the old one, it had been warmer. He hoped his parents had already left for work, preferably on a business trip to Japan or another country far, far away, which would at least have taken a few weeks or so, he didn`t want to talk to any of them, especially not his father, however, he was only half lucky.
His mother was sitting by the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper, no sign of his father. She looked up when he entered, fixating her cold gray eyes on him and staring him down.
"Alexander." She said as a greeting, but her voice was emotionless and hard. For a second Alec vision flickered at the sound of her voice, but then he blinked and it was gone.
Alec shifted uneasily under her cold stare, and was glad when she shifted her demanding eyes away from him and went back to reading her newspaper. Luckily, she hadn`t expected an answer from him, he couldn`t talk to her, she scared him, not as much as his dad, though.
He crossed the kitchen floor and opened the fridge, finding an old piece of leftover pizza. He briefly wondered if it was still eatable before taking a bite, it tasted somewhat okay.
"Why are you eating old pizza?"
He turned around; Izzy was standing in the doorway, and their mother had magically disappeared, leaving her newspaper behind.
He shrugged. "There`s not much else to eat."
"What about the pancakes?" She pointed to a plate sitting alone on the counter. It was covered by a kitchen towel.
Alec looked over at the slightly suspicious pancakes. "Did you make them?"
She nodded, and Alec looked dubiously at the plate. The smell was god-awful, he wanted to throw up.
He approached the plate, truly afraid of the horrible creation that would most likely kill him if he ever tried to eat it. He used a fork to carefully lift up the towel covering the plate, and nearly fainted, you just couldn`t describe the smell, and whatever it looked like, it certainly didn`t look like pancakes.
He took a few steps back and just stared at it.
It kind of looked like scrambled eggs mixed together with dog food, just a million times more disgusting.
"Izzy, I know you think you are a master chef, but even you have to admit that that`s not even close to resembling anything that even looks like pancakes!"
Isabelle frowned as she looked at her creation. "It didn`t look like that a few moments ago."
"What the hell is that supposed to be!?" Jace was standing behind Izzy, staring wide eyed at the miserable attempt of pancakes sitting on the counter.
Apparently it was supposed to be pancakes." Alec looked meaningfully over at Izzy.
"Dude, I think it`s moving!" Jace pointed.
Alec let out a high-pitched scream and ran across the kitchen, all in a very manly fashion, of course. Jace smirked at him, making Alec blushed furiously red.
"Oh don`t be ridiculous, it`s not that bad, and it`s certainly not moving."
"Oh it is totally that bad, what in the whole wide world did you put in those pancakes!?"Jace looked at her questionably, as he covered his nose with his hand.
As Izzy listed of the ingredients, both Alec and Jace became a little green.
"So basically, you didn`t put in any of the ingredients that are supposed to go in pancakes but you managed to put in everything that aren`t supposed to go into pancakes, or in any food at all?" Alec asked.
"Yeah, like vinegar, who puts vinegar in pancakes?"
"Oh, shut up Jace, and you too Alec, what do you know about cooking anyways!" Izzy stared indignant at Jace.
"We know way more about cooking than you will ever do, at least I do. I don`t think Alec can cook, or even boil water." He added as an afterthought.
"Guys." Alec pointed towards the pancakes. "What are we supposed to do with that?" all three siblings turned towards the pancakes.
They ended up throwing it out the window.
"Done with that." Jace smirked again. "Do we have something that is actually eatable?" The question was directed at Alec.
"We have some leftover pizza." Alec`s own slice had disappeared.
"There`s still time for me to cook something new, I could make an omelet or something." Izzy smiled.
"NO!"
"NO!"
"Pizza`s okay." Jace smiled weakly, Alec nodded, too afraid to say anything.
Izzy looked mildly annoyed, but didn`t say anything else about cooking. They ate the pizza in silence, undisturbed by their parents, who both had disappeared of the surface of the earth.
Nearing the time for their departure, Alec excused himself from the table, saying he had to go brush his teeth. The truth was, he was very slowly freaking out, pressure building up inside his mind, small, dark and nearly invisible shadows moving across his vision. He was so nervous about this day.
For three years, he`d been locked up inside that hospital, barely talking to anyone. He hadn`t gotten any visitors. Izzy and Jace were too young to be visiting without a parent, you had to be eighteen, but at least they had called him, his parents didn`t care even remotely about him, they had just delivered him at the hospital doors and that was that, ever since Max they could barely look at him. For three years, he`d been completely alone. He understood why they hated him, he hated himself too. It was his fault that Max had died after all, and afterwards when he had started… hurting himself, he had done too much to them, his parents just couldn`t take it, he was a freak, a selfish unlovable freak.
"It`s all your fault."
"I know." He answered, whispering to the shadows.
He locked the door to the bathroom. This shouldn`t be happening, not on the first day of school at least, but it was all too much again. School was something he`d always dreaded, there was always someone who thought it was hilarious to make fun of him for something and after three years he could only imagine it would have gotten so much worse.
He opened the bottom drawer, shuffling through various hair products and makeup finally finding what he was looking for, a small razor. He picked it up carefully, studying it closely, with clear fascination. It was so sharp, and just one little cut could make him forget his guilt even if it was only for a second.
It would hurt so good, be so short, and he could lose so much. I his parents found out, they would send him back to the hospital, no hesitation whatsoever. They thought it was bad enough for them to have a son who was a crazy freak three years ago, but to find out that he was still hurting himself, still a freak, they would probably never acknowledge his existence again. But then, how where they going to find out? He was certainly not telling them, they were barely ever home and all of his sweaters covered up his arms anyways.
He carefully loosened one of the sharp blades from the razor, throwing the rest of it in the back of the bottom drawer. He put the razor to the skin on his forearm; it slowly bit into his skin, drawing a few drops of dark, red blood and bringing the sweet pain with it. He traced the blade down his arm, carefully avoiding any of the main veins, and drawing sharp, straight lines into his soft skin.
He sighted happily, completely alone in his own head, only the pain to keep him company, and dulling all his worries, pushing them far back into the dark, forgotten corners of his head. The pain was all that anchored him to earth, keeping him from getting o so terribly lost in the darkness.
I don't think I`m doing this right, is it supposed to be this horrible? I have no faith in my writing. Well, I hope you liked it anyways, if you did you could always review, favorite or alert it, you know, just to be nice! Apparently I can`t send Izzys cookies to anyone, cause if they get sick and die I might get sent to prison and I don't want that, but you still have to behave, okay, or else (empty threats!) I will send The Doctor after you, and Chuck Norris and Lady Gaga, and maybe even Dora the Explorer (She`s so terrifying)! So be nice.
Bye bye then, see you next time hopefully, if I don't die of this killer headache first!