Thank you all for your criticisms, they really mean a lot to me. :D

To answer some questions:
bibliophilechild- This is indeed a prequel. I felt the urge to write one after reading a certain piece of crap that will not be named.
TheWeasleyBoys- I actually didn't know that about overachievers... I actually didn't intend for that.

But, without further ado, the long awaited fifth chapter! (For those who like listening to music as they read, there's two excellent songs I'd recommend while reading the rest of this story: Home by Three Days Grace or Made of Stone by Evanescence.)

He was in a dark room, waiting for something. But what was he waiting for? Even if you asked him, he couldn't give you a definite answer. And then, it was there, whatever he was awaiting. But before anything could happen, he felt warm. Like he was under a blanket, his head resting on something soft. That was when Alex shot up out of bed.

Another trippy dream. Damn my subconscious, Alex thought to himself as he began to get out of bed, wincing as the sun hit his eyes.

How long was I asleep? He went to bed at about eleven, due to the fact that it was Friday night and his parents usually went off to parties, leaving him alone in the house until midnight. It was ten thirty when he woke up. That meant his parents already left for work.

After he got dressed and finished his morning, Alex went downstairs to take his pills before leaving.

Oh, the pills. Antidepressants to be exact. Alex hated them so much. To him, they were a constant reminder of that god-forsaken night. But he still had to take them. Even though they quit working a long time ago, but he wouldn't dare tell anyone that. Besides, the fact that no one could tell that they weren't working only proved that Alex was an excellent liar. Well, liar is a strong word. Actor, maybe. But back to the pills. He quit eating breakfast after he started them, a pretty bad side effect. If he forced himself to eat, he'd get nauseous. If he skipped breakfast, though, he'd be starving an hour later. Dammit, either way he couldn't win.

Alex glared at the two small pills. Just to get it over with, he tipped his head back as the two pills found their way into his mouth. Water soon followed as he swallowed his medication. After that bit of hell, he rushed out the door.

Sorry, my lovely audience, but I'm afraid I will have to cut this chapter short. Definitely no new chapters between Saturday and next Friday, so I'll try to squeeze one in tomorrow. Bye~