Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider


White Mind, Blank Canvas

Alex Rider never woke up.

Well, not entirely.

When the doctors heard his screams they ran to his room. Once there, they found him sitting calmly in a corner, facing the wall. A blank expression adorning his face.

When they approached him, armed with a sedative and wary expressions, they were allowed into his personal space with out a fuss.

When they attempted to reach out and examine him, they received no resistance.

He took his pills, ate his food and drank his water with no evil looks and without attempting to kick it at them. When asked a question he would smile dreamily and continue to stare at the white wall.

It took three months for the doctors to give up. With no progress and no sign of the blank expression leaving Alex Riders' face they called his guardians.

They wiped his existence from their records and revoked their guardianship. He was of no use anymore.

He was broken, worthless. Alex Rider was no more. The body that sat, staring at the same white wall, day after day... was nobody.

It was just a blank canvas.


AN: Thank you for reading! Lies.