Runaway Children

3 children, 2 grown-ups, 1 thing they have in common; their urge of running away from their problems.

When those 2 people divided by fame and sorrow meet again their worlds will be turned upside down, bringing back unwanted memories and digging up old graves.

Will Alexa and Louis find a way to cope with the pain of the past or will they forever remain what they are:

Runaway children....

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10. Surreal

A/N~ Like Grief I also changed this story into past tense 'cause it's more fluently to write sorry if it's annoying

Enjoy!!!

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"No Louis you can't give up!", right in front of me was a girl, a girl I had known 5 years ago, I had killed 5 years ago.

"But it's all my fault." Dianne's face was bathing in a weird shine of light. Everywhere I looked there was bright light, too bright light. My head trobbed.

"No, Louis it isn't you didn't want this too happen. I don't blame you for anything. I made my own decision. Nobody killed me but myself. Don't listen to what Alexa says. Her heart is aching, waiting for someone to come around and fix it. Her soul has become bitter because no one really cares about her. Show her you do! Wake up!"

The light was dimming like someone just pressed the slumber button on a light alarm. But the pain in my head got worse. I was falling, very fast yet time didn't seem to progress. I could see the bright light, coming from Dianne, becoming smaller and smaller. Her lips moved, but no words reached my ears. Only silent whispers seemed to echo on the walls of the hole, their words were incomprahansible. But still I could understand everything they said or the one thing they said:

"It's not his time yet."

"Louis, please just please come back. We all miss your smile and enthusiasm about things. Why did you do this to yourself?", it was Harry. I could hear his voice coming closer. His voice was not the voice of the Harry I knew. It was coated in a whole new sound of desperation, that was unknown to my ears.

I felt a splash of water dripping on my cheek and tried to whipe it away, but my hand wouldn't move. It simply refused to make the simple gesture. The whispers died down and I tried to open my eyes. But my eyelids also remained stubborn.

So this was how it feels to be in a coma, gone yet so near. It is a weird feeling. It's like flying with your feet on the ground. Surreal was probably the best word to describe it, though no words were actually close to this feeling.

The distant beeps followed each other more quickly, the beeps were probably the only thing that told me I was still alive. I had failed to take my life, not only was I a pathetic failure, I had also made everyone who cared about me feel miserable. I don't even know what I was thinking. I have to be strong for my fans, I have to be an example. I can't even imagine how many of them have cut themselves because of my stupid attempt of suicide. How could I have been so reckless?

"How is he?", a desperate voice asked Harry. Another tear drips on my cheek, tickling down my ear.

"The same he has been for 2 fucking weeks!", Harry's voice cracked at the word fucking. He was torn in the worst possible meaning of the word.

2 weeks had it really been that long it felt like I was only gone for one hour max. But as I probably knew better than anyone else; time means nothing.

The second person went to sit next to me too, the bed squeaked under her weight.

"I'm sorry, stupid question.", she spoke her voice sounded hoarse too but it was another kind of hoarseness, her voice was filled with sorrow and pain instead of Harry's desperation. The sorrow of a memory.

There was silence in the room. Not awkward, no the silence was actually weirdly comforting, like a little blanket over everything, a spell.

"Alexa, why won't you tell me what happened?", Harry broke the magic.

Alexa, what was she doing here? She hates me, why would she visit me in my deathbed. Actually no, it didn't come as a surprise. I knew why she was here, it wasn't because of me at all, it was out of guilt. It was because of Dianne, she wanted me to live because she couldn't save Dianne. Alexa was like that she would do anything to forgive herself. I guess we had that in common, but she had other ways to do so, including blaming me. But then again I was the blame wasn't I.

"Because you don't have to know.", Alexa spoke silently. Her voice was reduced to only a whisper. Another tear pinged on my face, but this one was different which made me guess it was Alexa's.

"Lex, look at me."

"What have eyes to tell that words can't?", Alexa whispered again.

"If words can't be formed, eyes might just say everything."

"Then maybe that's the reason I won't look at you."

"But the thing is Alexa. I know you better than you know yourself. This is toring you up, it is eating you from the inside and it is very close to almost killing you, like it did with Louis. Only diffirence is Louis was a better actor than you, he didn't show the pain until it was too late. I won't let you have the same fate as him. I won't loose you too, tell me.", Harry's voice sounded soft, yet the sorrow was obvious. Alexa wasn't the only one who was being torn on the inside. Harry's ignorance was as much of a killer as Alexa's secrets were.

"I won't Harry, I can't.", her voice was barely audible but her words were as prominent as ever.

"No, I don't believe you.", Harry stated cautiously.

"Harry just let it be! I told you I couldn't, I'm not strong enough."

"What can possibly be so bad that even his best friend can't know.", Harry was completely clueless to what he was asking from Alexa. How could he know?

It was our dirty little secret, it wasn't supposed to be told, it was supposed to be hidden under a thick layer of happy, a facade of lies.

"A lot..."

"Don't answer me in riddles, Alexa! Can't you see this is hurting me too. My best friend bloody killed himself and I fucking thought he was fine, he was happy. Don't you think I have a right for an explanation? Why did he do it!", Harry raised his voice. But he didn't sound mad, he sounded confused. I couldn't blame him even I was confused and I was right in the middle of it all.

"I think he just couldn't take it anymore."

She was right, I guess I couldn't. Did you ever hear the saying: "Lie once and you'll get stuck in a web of lies"? Well that was exactly what happened to me, I was as stuck as I could be. There was no chance of escaping anymore, the only thing I could do was wait. Wait for the big spider to come and release me, come and kill me.

A/N~ I updated earlier YAY cause last chapter was a bit of a cliffhanger and I am not a cliffie person well actually I am but yeah.

I actually really enjoyed writing this chapter sorry if it's short I just didn't want to leave you hanging.

Sorry if the revenge won't come anytime soon Louis has to wake-up first and then other stuff will happen so... but the revenge will definetly come

updates are every Tuesdays in the mean time go read Grief or Swapped?!

Swapped?! is humor/love and Grief is drama/love/fantasy

sorry for my long author's note :)

bye pumpkins

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