Alec sunk down his cream coloured bedroom wall until he felt his bum hit the hard, cold floor. He tucked his legs tightly against his chest and buried his head into his knees. He just sat there for a long time, not knowing what to do. Surely he couldn't go to school like that. That wasn't an option.
Perhaps the black markings would wash off? Alec thought it was possible. He stood up and wondered into his bathroom.
His wash room was a bit more extravagant than a normal teen's. There was a chandelier— yes, a chandelier— that lit up the medium sized room. The floors were a beautiful blue tile and his shower had fancy features so the water could flow like natural rain. Alec loved being spoiled by his mother. He absolutely loved it.
He turned on the hot water in the shower and waited for it to warm up. Whilst the water heated up to a desirable temperature, Alec stripped down naked. He sighed as the steam surrounded him in warmth. He then proceeded to step inside of the shower and stood underneath the trickling, hot water.
Alec lathered himself up and scrubbed his arms in an attempt to remove the markings. He washed so hard that the skin was about to break. He could see his arms turning red and the stubborn ink would not leave his skin. Alec was growing tired of it and decided to wash the rose tattoo on his wrist. It was a bit— no, a lot too feminine for him.
He rubbed his wrist with soap and washed it until his skin pruned and puffed up. Nothing was working. Alec just stopped trying and swore under his breath. What was he going to do?
He stepped out of the shower and stepped back into his clothes. He walked over to the mirror and stared at the large, red scar and black tattoo on his face. It disgusted him to see himself like that.
He leaned over the bathroom counter to lessen the splash, and started cupping water into his hands. He spattered the water onto his face and used face wash in an attempt to remove the blemishes and inkings. Once again, nothing worked, and Alec was starting to lose hope.
His eyes were a bright shade of red and he missed his normal blue ones. What was he to do? He couldn't go out in public like that, for certain. He glanced down at his watch and realised that it was almost time to leave for school.
He went back into his cosy bedroom and collapsed on his bed. There was no way he was going to school, not like that, at least. Alec considered using his mum's makeup to cover it up, but it'd probably fade by the end of the day anyway.
A knock interrupted Alec's thoughts. His heart jumped and he pulled up his duvet over his body and face. Whoever was at the door, whether it be a maid, a butler, a cook, or his mother, they could not see him like that.
The person walked inside his room without consultation. The sound of the person's loud, clicking foot steps made Alec realise that it was indeed his mother. Alec groaned and stayed underneath the covers.
He felt his mother sit down in the corner of his bed. She patted his shoulder lightly.
"It's time for school. You ready? Hodge can drive you," Maryse said.
"No, I'm sick," Alec muttered. He coughed on impulse and tried to make his voice sound hoarse.
"I'm not buying it, Alec. Now get out of bed," she ordered.
Alec gulped. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because . . . because I just can't," Alec growled.
Maryse rolled her eyes and tugged lightly on Alec's blanket, trying to see what was the matter. Alec just swallowed thickly and rolled onto his stomach as Maryse ripped away the blanket, revealing Alec's back. His shirt thankfully covered the scars and the blemishes.
"Please, just let me stay home from school today. I'm not feeling well," Alec pleaded into his pillow. His words were muffled by the fabric but Maryse still understood her son.
"No way. Now get out of bed, mister," she scowled. She grabbed Alec's shoulder and flipped him over so his stomach was facing up. Maryse gasped and stood up from the bed, stepping back in shock. She lifted her delicate hand over her mouth and stared at her son's back in awe.
"What happened to you!?" she asked. Maryse noticed the various markings, burns, and scars across his arms, face, and legs. She wondered if there was even more blemishes beneath his clothing.
Alec felt tears prick at his eyes. "Mum, please—"
"What in the world happened to you!? Answer me, damn it!" she ordered.
Alec just started crying right then. He stared up at his mother, who was so disgusted with his new appearence, and felt tears drip down his tainted cheeks.
"Answer me, Alec!"
Alec shook his head. "I-I don't know what happened! I woke up like this!" he explained. Maryse paused, eyes darting over her son's body.
"Come with me," she huffed, grabbing his arm.
"Where are we going?"
"Just come with me, Alec," she spat. Alec decided not to ask any more questions and followed his mother through their abnormally large house. She then demanded him to put on a hoodie in hopes that it would slightly shield his face. Alec did as he was told.
He then followed his mother into her car. She stepped on the gas and started heading down town. Alec leaned his head against the window and watched the rain fall down from the heavens, forming puddles in the streets. The grey clouds matched his mood perfectly.
"Where are we going?" Alec suddenly spoke up. Maryse tightened her grip on the steering wheel and avoided eye contact with her horrid looking only child.
"To see a doctor."
"What do you mean there's nothing we can do?" Maryse asked, demanding answers.
Alec's doctor looked at her son on an examining bed. He focused on the tattoos across his chest and arms and the burns and scars that stretched across his face. He took out a small torch [flashlight] and watched the dilation of each of Alec's ruby red eyes. Dr. Catarina had been a doctor for thirty years and he had never seen anything like it.
"These markings are permanent. Tattoo removal is an option, but it's very painful and there are too many to remove at one time . . . so it'd take months, even years. As for his eye colour, coloured contacts would be the only fix. I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do," he sighed.
Maryse didn't say anything else and she stormed out of the doctor's office. Alec groaned, put back on his shirt, and followed her out. He walked behind her out to the parking lot. Without looking back at her son, she scowled and said, "Get in the car."
Alec did as he was told. Maryse started up the car and quickly drove out of the large parking lot, leaving skid marks behind in the asphalt. As they approached the highway ramp, Alec turned to his mother.
"Where are we going?" he asked delicately. The fierce look on his mother said back-off-I'm-mad and it scared Alec to see her like that.
"I have one last idea," she muttered. Alec decided not to ask any more questions and sunk back into his seat. He fell asleep against the car window and hoped that when he woke up, all of this would just be a dream.
Unfortunately, that didn't happen.
A/N: CLIFFHANGERS BITCHES