Chapter Sieben

Alex woke up the next day to hear her parents fighting again; her heart cringed at getting up. When her parents fought they always yelled at her; which scared her because of her self confidence issues. It made her upset. She tried so hard and nothing she did changed anything. Her teachers told her how amazed they were how much better than everyone else she was but when she came home she did everything wrong.

She got out of bed and thought of Bill; the way he'd left last night. Her heart throbbed she didn't trust people easily and the way she felt now was the reason why. When you trust someone they get in your heart and they break it. Obviously Bill hadn't wanted her to come with him; clearly she was just another fan in his eyes. His beautiful golden brown pools of liquid crystal. How could he ever want her; she wasn't anything special. She was nothing.

She knew he didn't want to stay with her; she had to end this. She waited till she heard doors slammed and the shouting stop before daring to leave her room. She got up and dressed; her eyes looked around her room in a sort of farewell. She stood in front of her mirror carefully doing her makeup. It didn't matter really but this was the last time she would be doing this.

Her eyes grazed the place on her dresser where her camera had been sitting. Joy; her dad had no clue how much of an asshole he was. She left her room and went to the kitchen to get her dad's new silver knife from the corner cabinet before leaving the house. He stole her stuff, she could use his.

She walked slowly to the park she knew would be void of any other person because of the dark thunderheads above. Alex wove her way through the trees to the clearing and knelt directly in the center just to be dramatic. She took the silver knife in her hand and slowly pierced her skin with it; writing words that reflected the pain she felt. She wrote some lyrics to some of her favorite songs; she wrote small bits of poetry about Bill. She carved many other things before-

Ich muss durch den monsoon
Hinter die welt
Ans ende der zeit
Bis kein regen mir-

"Hallo?" She said answering her phone; Durch Den Monsun was her ring tone for Angel.

"Hey," she said into the phone softly. "I was wondering how you were doing. You know; since Bill left."

"I'm fine really; don't worry," Alex said into the phone. She knew she sounded flawless but some people knew her better than to listen to her voice, or look at her face, or even her body for the truth she still didn't know what gave her away to those few people. Her acting was flawless…

Rain started to pour from the sky and Alex tried to shield her phone to keep it dry enough to finish the call.

"Are you outside," Angel asked curiously.

"Yeah just walking home," she lied.

"From the library?"

"Yeah; just needed to finish up on some studying."

"Okay, well I got to go," Angel said sounding slightly unconvinced.

"Alright bye," Alex said before hanging up the phone and dropping it back into her pocket.

Angel stuffed her feet into her new dark blue high top converse with metallic sharpie drawings on them before running out the door. The rain beat down on her as she ran to the one place she knew Alex would go to end everything. She had to stop her; or at least join her.

She ran through the trees and yelled Alex's name; once she got to the clearing she yelled it again seeing Alex on the ground with her back to Angel. Alex turned her head to see Angel running towards her.

"Why," Angel shouted over thunder. "Why would you do this without so much as a goodbye to me; to Bill." Alex's eyes fell as she thought of Bill; but she remembered that he'd left. Her eyes hardened as her heart tore again. She felt so broken she barely felt human. She couldn't even care.

"He wouldn't want you to do this; I don't want you to do this. If I can't stop you then I'll die with you."

"Don't say that," Alex screamed at her. "You have so much to live for." Alex knew her friend would be better alive than dead; and that she wasn't. She knew that everything would be better if she died. It had to be.

"So do you," Angel yelled falling to her knees. The only sign that proved she was crying were her shaking shoulders and reddened eyes. She looked at Alex. How could she not be crying right now… then again Alex never cried. Alex never broke down; she was always the strong one. She had to be even when she was about to end it. All of it.

"Run away with me," Angel said not yelling; barely talking. But Alex still understood.

"Please," Angel begged.

Alex thought it over in her head before nodding her head; Angel smiled and helped her off the wet grass.

They ran back to Angel's place to get her stuff packed first; when they left her house the rain had stopped and the sun was shining again. Angel shoved what little amount of belongings she actually had into the trunk of her mustang. They snuck into Alex's house and into her room to pack; she did most of the packing since Angel had no idea how she could help. Soon Alex's things were also put in the trunk and Angel asked, "where to?"

"Collette's house. Her parent won't mind; in fact they'd most likely help." Alex said.

"Okey dokey," Angel said putting it in drive and pulling out into the street.

They sat in silence only talking when Angel needed to know which way to turn; until Angel pulled up in front of Collette's place; OH MY F*CKING TOM. The house looked like a rich person lived there.

A girl with spider brown hair and what looked like zombie makeup ran out towards the car holding… what is that? Scissors? OH MY GOD!

Alex got out of the car; Angel also got out of the car and was freaking out. She got a better look on the girl who had run towards them waving scissors in the air. Her hair was stick straight and her eyes were Technicolor, they had brown and blue and green. The girl looked short compared to Alex.

Angel went around her car to meet this friend of Alex's.

"Hey I'm Angel," she said not wanting to shake hands with the girl who was still holding the scissors. Not that she didn't like pain and blood, only if inflicted by herself did she enjoy it.

"I'm Collette," she said stepping behind Alex but looking around her and staring at Angel interest in her eyes. Alex sighed.

"Stop being shy," she pushed Collette out from behind her, "And Angel she won't hurt you with the scissors!"

"You aren't worthy of the scissors," Collette protested placing her hands on her hips

"I don't think I want to be worthy of the scissors," Angel said stepping back slightly.

"Scissors!" Alex said playfully taking the scissors from Collette who screamed.

"THOSE ARE MY SCISSORS!"

"I know!" Alex said laughing. Collette jumped her Alex tossed the scissors away and the two girl tussled laughing hysterically. Angel stared more than a little scared as the two inflicted injuries on each other, not small ones either there would be some major bruises tomorrow.

"Shit you two are gonna kill each other one day," Angel laughed after a moment of shock.

"Probably," Alex said also laughing.

Angel watched the two and her heart twisted; she wished so much for friendship like that. She had been a loner for a long time; her only social time was with Jake at the bar, Tom, and Alex. The rest of her life was spent alone.

Alex stood up she could see the pain in her friends face she ignored it. Not everyone appreciated the fact that she could read humans like books. She was an amazing profiler maybe she would be one when she grew up… but could she ever arrest serial killers it wasn't their fault the world had turned against them... Besides maybe one day she would have to arrest Collette but for now it was a good idea. Alex sighed she was glad she had Collette she had never had a guy in her life she rarely had friends and in a heart as delicate as hers that had done a lot of damage.

Angel saw Alex glance up at her then back to the girl she was wrestling with. Angel knew Alex saw the pain in her eyes; it must have been obvious because Angel sucked at hiding her emotions.

"Well if there's nothing else I have to do here then I'm gonna go," Angel said backing up till he fingers touched the cool metal.

"I'll call you later I have some things to explain..." Alex said looking down at her arms which were covered in words and cuts... she would never be able to wear short sleeves again... she leaned closer to Angel so Collette who was searching for her scissors couldn't hear. "I'm sorry for how that went Collette doesn't like new people and well..." she didn't want to say that the fights were how they both got anger and frustration out without needing a reason they both understood it. Collette and Alex thought the same they were Closer than sisters and better than twins....

"Nah don't worry; I don't really like new people either." Angel said looking towards Collette. She smiled, "I'll talk to you later; and Alex," she said before getting in her car. "Don't die before you call," she laughed opening her door.

After seating herself she started the car and drove off. "Fuck you, why did you have to send him to jail," Angel shouted alone in her car. "She hated Jake and you know that," Angel responded to herself. "Yes but Jake was the one who helped me get out my anger; my stress." Angel sped the car up slightly as her shouting grew louder. "How could she not see that; I haven't cut my arm or leg in forever because of him," she slowed the car and pulled into the parking lot to a park. She locked her car before leaving; she shouldered her black purse and stalked off.

She wasn't like Alex she didn't have a friend she could fist fight, she didn't have sports in which to whack balls, and she was too scared to hurt herself the way Alex did. Angel was a cutter but not the way Alex was... Alex was a violent person and it showed most of her cuts were 6-8 inches long they were rough and deep. The only order in her cutting was the single word and symbol on her right rib cage 'Bill ' she had written there. It stood out in the chaos that was her skin. Angel punched at her skin, thinking of how much her friend hurt herself was not calming.

Angel had more control of where she cut; because she hadn't wanted Jake to see; or her family when she'd had one. Angel climbed a tree and pulled out her razorblade; she pulled her wrist band off and cut in the very place she'd cut when she'd first started. Each time she slit her skin she thought of something. Jake, Alex, The pain she knew Alex felt, herself, everything that she hated.

Alex sat at the counter while Collette examined her arms with morbid fascination. Alex still wasn't sure what to tell Collette's parents when they came home but for now she let her friend get her obsession with her friends near death out of the way. Collette was angry that Alex hadn't waited for her she was supposed to but she did understand. Alex kept thinking about what Bill would say then realized she would probably never hear from him again...

Bill sat on the edge of his bed in his hotel room contemplating; he gave up and dialed her number. But only after he dialed and pushed call that he thought she might not answer. He listened to the dial tone for a moment.

"Hallo," Alex said into the phone; she hid the hurt she felt when she saw his number.