This is finally the chapter that I've been waiting for forever!

(Alex's POV)

(1 week later)

Thomas and I were finally good. It didn't take long for us to get back to normal. I couldn't say the same for Ash and I'm quite surprised by that. She usually forgives people for things REALLY fast. The emails continued to be sent but I still ignored him and nothing has happened (69 words) yet.

Currently Thomas and I were at the dorm after school. Ash was at a sleepover at her friend Amelia's house. Thomas and I were in the bedroom, I was laying sideways on him on my phone as Thomas was kind of just laying there with his phone in his hand but was really using it.

"Alex, did you ever ask yourself how it feels like to just be used?" Thomas asked.

"Hm? Why are you asking?" I asked, not looking up from my phone.

"Oh, I don't know..." Thomas said.

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After a few moments of silence, Thomas spoke again.

"Alright, get off me you midget!" Thomas said, shoving me off of him.

"NOOOOO! ITS COLDDD AND YOURE WARMMMM!" I screeched.

"I know, that's why I'm going to go turn the heat up. It's cold even for me right now!" Thomas said.

He got up and I decided to follow him. When we got out of the room and into the hall, we noticed the front door open. The hallways were always cold and had air conditioning so no wonder it was so cold in the dorm. But what was the door doing open? Thomas and I looked at each other with confused looks. I walked over to the living room and Thomas walked over to close the door. He walked back over to the thing that you turn to turn on the heater, he turned it on and then looked deeper into the hall and froze.

"Hello, Thomas." I heard a voice say.

I look into the hallway and I say my father standing there with a gun in his hands.

"And you too Alex. You never replied to my emails. That's such a rude thing to do! Welp, guess it doesn't matter now! Such a shame Thomas had to go.. I was starting to like him too. Pity." He said. Smirking then pointing the gun at Thomas. Thomas seemed frozen and couldn't move.

Without thinking I shoved myself quickly between Thomas and the bullet. I felt it go onto my skin right in between my ribs and I fell to the ground in pain, tears in my eyes.

Thomas snapped out of it and emedietly started bursting into tears. I fell to the ground and wrapped his arms around me. Blood poured out of me, I stopped gripping my stomach to look at my hands and saw blood all over them. But not just blood. My blood. I looked up at Thomas to see him frantically calling the police on his phone. I looked over to my dad to see him gone already. I look back at Thomas and he's talking on the phone, but everything sounds muffled. I blinked a lot as my vision kept wanting to go black. Thomas put the phone on the ground and applied pressure to my wound. I put my hand on his cheek and wiped a tear away.

"Don't cry. Remember the happy times. Someday you'll see me again. Ill see you on the other side. Goodbye, my love." I said to him. My voice not breaking. I could feel myself start to lose consciousness, but I fought to stay awake.

"No, Alexander, do not say things like that! You will live! I won't let you die! Please! Don't leave!" Thomas yelled. Though it started getting more muffled during the end.

"I'm... sorry.. Thomas.." was all I could manage before passing out.

It's funny how sometimes you feel as though you'll never live to see tomorrow.
Or sometimes you feel as though you'll live forever.
It's funny how sometimes weeks can feel like years or they can feel like seconds.
It's funny how time flies by quickly, just when you don't want it to.
I guess you could say a lot of things in life are funny, when you think about them in a certain way.
Life can be Hell and Heaven at the same time.
You feel as though your life has lasted too long but only think differently when it's beginning to end.
You start to think about the things you never realised you wanted to do in life that you never got a chance to do.
Or the things that you did manage to accomplish in life.
Weather it be the small goals from when you first learned to tie your shoes to the larger ones like writing a story or perhaps even bigger.
You think about the proud moments in your life, like getting a good grade to show your parents.
To the funny ones, like when you were just a little kid and used To say the silliest things that wouldn't make sense to you now.
To the embarrassing ones, like accidentally peeing your bed for the first time.
To the scary ones, like seeing a spider for the first time.
All of these flashbacks come into your head as you look over your life and smile.
Deciding on weather or it was a life well and long lived to your satisfaction or not.
In this case, for me.. I felt it wasn't.
No matter as I though about the times that I would slit my wrists wanting to die right then and there.
I finally felt that I wasn't ready to die.

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