Disclaimer: Lacking creative impulses does not mean I don't own Alex Rider! … Well, actually, it means that I'm not creative enough to come up with this idea by myself, I had to rip someone else off...
I Am
I am a housekeeper. His housekeeper.
I wonder if he'll ever come back from the next mission.
I hear the sounds as the kid has yet another nightmare.
I see him changing as he comes back from more and more missions.
I want them to just leave him alone.
I am a friend.
I pretend that nothing's wrong, for his sake.
I feel heart-broken as I sit up, waiting for his return.
I touch the photographs. He used to smile a lot more back then.
I worry for him, even though he neither wants it nor needs it.
I cry when the truth sinks in. He's gone. He might not come back.
I am a big sister.
I understand they do it to save us and their country.
I say "Come back home," and I know it might not be fulfilled.
I dream of a world where kids aren't used as weapons.
I try to get him to stop, before it bites him in the ass.
I hope Alex won't get himself killed like Ian did.
I am Jack Starbright.
Jack was at the window, waiting, watching the clock. He'd phoned and said he'd be back soon.
But, when the doorbell rings at three in the morning, it's never good news.
Ian was never coming back.
She had to be strong. For Alex. For her.
Next: Yassen.