OMG MY FRIEND CAME OUT TO ME LITERALLY A HALF AN HOUR BEFORE POSTING THIS GUYS THIS IS GREAT IM CRYING
*Ahem* Anyway...
ImmigrantBastard: he said that he doesn't know where his father might be
MFDemiGOD: dammit
PEGPEG: whatever. We can kill him when he comes back
BestSis: you're sure John's okay?
ImmigrantBastard: physically yes
BestSis: are you okay?
ImmigrantBastard: yeah I'm fine
BestSis: really? Because you aren't writing with perfect grammar anymore
ImmigrantBastard: probably because I'm absolutely terrified because my boyfriend is ready to die and legitimately laughed when he said his father wanted to kill him and he still hasn't come out of his room
BestSis: neither has Eliza
PEGPEG: Maria still won't talk to me
BAGUETTE: what is this man doing to us?
ImmigrantBastard: horrible things
Alexander sighed into his pillow, then realized how long it had been since he had last slept in his own room, and sighed again. He was exhausted, but couldn't fall asleep. Not with all the stress he was under.
Of course he was stressed; who wouldn't be? The person he loved most in the world was physically and mentally hurting, and it seemed like there was nothing anyone could do. John wouldn't even look at him, let alone talk to him anymore.
Alexander was scared, and surprised by his fear. He had never been more scared in his life, which did not make sense to him. When his father was around, when his mother died, when his cousin committed suicide, when his town was destroyed; why was he more scared now than then? He supposed it was because he wasn't expecting this as much, although, he didn't expect anything that happened to him.
Then, he assumed that his fear was caused by his feeling of actually having something important he could lose.
He wanted to say that that didn't make sense either.
Alexander was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a door click open and soft footsteps go past his door. He checked his phone and realized that it was almost 11:50 at night. Alex didn't understand why he hesitated to get out of bed. He quietly left his room and crept down the hall. As he moved through the dorm, the sounds of muffled sobs began to be heard, leading to the kitchen. The curtain for the front room's window was open, letting in light from outside. Moonlight faintly lit up the room, giving a spotlight to the back of the curly-haired boy in the kitchen, and glinting off the knife in his hand.
"John?" Alex called out, shakily. John's head perked up, and the sound of crying hiccuped. "What are you doing?"
Please don't be doing what I think you're doing.
"N-nothing," John muttered, his hand shaking. He moved his other arm so that the sleeve of his sweatshirt fell back down.
No, no, please, no.
"John..." Alexander pleaded.
Please, stop. Please, don't do this.
John nodded and seemed to struggle to let go of the blade. After he did, his hands shot down to his sides, and he released a loud and shaky breath.
"Go sit down," Alexander whispered. "You obviously need to calm down." As John made his way to the couch, Alex picked up the dropped knife and put it on the counter, then stood frozen for a moment, staring at the blade, in sudden realization that everything happening was real. He took a deep breath, and went to sit next to John.
"I'm so, so sorry," John whimpered before Alexander could say anything.
"Shh..." Alexander wrapped his arms around John and pulled him close. "I understand the amount of stress you're going through-"
"It's been one day, Alexander. I couldn't handle one day," John sobbed into Alex's chest while the other boy gently pet his head. "I wasn't going to-"
"Don't." Alex shook his head. "Please...just..." He sighed. "How can I help you, John? How can anyone help you?"
"You can't."
"That's not true. I don't even know what happened in your past, so neither of us can say that there's nothing I can do."
They were silent for a while, just sitting in each other's presence. But then, John burst. Words and tears flooded out of him like a dam had broken in his mind. Alexander was surprised, but took it all in slowly. After John had finished speaking, it went quiet again, the only sound being John as he cried. Alex just held onto him tightly as the minutes passed by, and they both drifted into the dark, strange world of sleep.
