Disclaimer: Why do people keep lying? Everytime I tell them I own Alex Rider they tell me I don't!

White Pin

Alex Rider stared at the white safety pin that lay on the white desk next to his bed.

"Jack is dead, Alex… Scorpia got to her..."

"We've already had the funeral..."

"Her parents think she was mugged by a particularly violent thief…"

"Naturally we couldn't tell them the truth…"

"Jack is dead…"

"Jack is…"

"Jack is…"

"Jack is dead, Alex."

He reached over and picked up the white pin. Unclasping it, he pressed the point to his scarred wrist.

"It's my fault." He drew the sharp white pin across the skin, digging in deep. He hit a vein.

Red.

Blood welled up and started flowing. Running down his wrist and hand. Dripping on to the white bed sheets. Splashing the white pillow. The white floor…

White turned to black as he passed out.