Warning: Self harm is included in this chapter
John's POV:
(For the dream this will be my font.)
John opened his eyes to find himself underwater. John freaked out for a moment, I'm flipping underwater! I can't breathe! Holy shit! He freaked out in his mind, to scared to even open his mouth. He kept freaking out until something swam up to him and stared at him. It was a turtle. John gasped, "A turtle!" Then John realized he could speak and breathe. The turtle swam away and John followed it. Although he was underwater he felt like he was on land. He later ran into a giant coral thing and was knocked onto the sandy ground. He laughed at himself and got back up and noticed the cape thing that king's would wear on him. He turned his head to see a crown on the sand. He picked it up and exclaimed, "I'm the king of the sea!"  He smiled and looked around at his surroundings. Everything seemed like it was coloured in with pencil crayons. The colours were blended in nicely and John loved it. He picked up a rock and it didn't even feel like a rock in his hands. Nothing felt like it was supposed to. John didn't care, this was awesome! He played around for a few minuets, trying to catch the turtles and looking at all the sea creatures around him, there was even a whale!  He soon heard something behind him so he turned around. There was a water tornado type thing and air bubbles were everywhere. Soon everything cleared up and a person was standing in front of him. Blood seeped from their neck and the blood went into the water and disappeared. The man covered his wound and looked at John with tears in his eyes. "Peter?" John asked, "John, please tell Alexander that I'm sorry!" Peter cried. "Umm, okay. But why didn't you go to Alex instead of me?" John asked, "Because he's awake. And even if he was asleep I still couldn't get to him." Peter told John. "Tell him I'm sorry! I don't know what or who was controlling me! Yes I wanted to die but not then! I'm sorry I made him be like this! Make sure he doesn't hurt himself. His father left, his mother died, he has been through a hurricane that killed his whole town! He had no one to live with! That's why I took him, now I'm dead and he has no where to go!" Peter fell to the ground and cried. John tried to move towards Peter but he couldn't, he was glued to the sand. Peter continued, "I know you love him John! Please take care of him. I wanted him to live the rest of his life happily but now that probably won't happen. If you two become boyfriends or even get married, I want you to take care of him. Through the storms, through sickness and through hard times, I what you to take care of him. Give him the life that I wanted to give him before I died. Please." Peter said and cried some more. John felt really bad for Peter, and Alexander. Peter disappeared, "I will. I will take care of him, Peter." John mumbled before his dream ended.

John woke up from his dream. He looked at the clock. It was six in the morning. John felt something that wasn't right. He turned to see no Alex beside him. John's eyes widened as he heard soft cries and Alexander in the corner, crying and was hurting himself with a blade from a sharpener. "Alex, no!" John screamed as he jumped out of his bed and ran towards his friend. Alex cried louder as John ripped the blade out of Alex's hand and threw it in the other direction. "Alex! What the heck! Why were you doing that?" John screamed and asked. "I-I don't kn-know John! I don't know!" Alex cried. Blood was seeping out of the multiple cuts on Alexander's arms. Tears weld up in John's eyes.

Eleanor's POV:
Eleanor woke up to someone screaming, "Alex, no!" She frantically looked at the clock, six in the morning, and got out of her bed. Henry wasn't home. He had gone to work and hour ago. She rushed to John's room, "Alex! What the heck! Why were you doing that?" She heard her son yell. She heard crying, most likely coming from Alexander. "I-I don't kn-know John! I don't know!" She heard Alexander tell her son. This was followed by more crying. "Peter told me to tell you he is sorry. He is sorry for everything. He didn't want to die then. He told me he did want to die but not then. He wanted to give you a happy life before he died. But he couldn't. He is sorry that your father left you and your family, he is sorry your mother died, he is sorry that you were in a hurricane that killed everyone but you. He is sorry for everything." She heard John tell his crying friend. "H-How did he t-tell you this?" Alex said through his cries. "I met him in my dream." Her son replied. A few minuets later the crying had calmed down, "Here. I'll put on Sufjan Stevens for you." Her son said and proceeded to put on music. Who's Sufjan Stevens? She thought. She waited a couple more minuets until she decided to come in. When she did she saw John hugging a sleeping Alex, on his bed. Alex had tear stains on his shirt and his face was a little red. She could see multiple bleeding cuts on both of his arms. A tear rolled down her son's cheek, he looked towards his mother. "Hi mom." He said quietly. "Hey John." She replied. Everything was quiet that day.

Hey guys! Sorry for not including the picture in here like I said I would. I still haven't finished it. I've been procrastinating... But when I do finish it I will post it to here so you guys can see my kind of crappy human drawing. So yeah! Hope you liked the chapter! Bye :3