Chapter 15 : Drunk Alex Is Definitely My Favorite Alex
It has been a good couple of hours since Leona practically drenched me in that red liquid called wine. I was the one who eventually had to clean it up and myself also with a thorough warm shower. I sighed internally at my pathetic excuse of a life. I should be grateful in a way though, it could be worse.
Now at the moment I was sitting up on my bed with my night light as my only light source and the silence of the night filling my ears. The moonlight also shone through my bedroom and with its white light came along a feeling of sadness. I drew for my smooth leather bound journal and lost myself as I began scribbling across new blank page.
Journal Entry #74: August 23rd, 2015.
She sat alone,
Alone and at home,
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
And they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
And her heart began to race.
She wanted to take a blade and tear her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within.
This would continue for days, months, years,
Until she cried her very last tears.
She would decide that that was enough,
The world around her just got too tough.
She would take a pistol and put it to her head,
Congratulations, she would now be dead.
Would this act make you happy?
Will it make you glad?
That I no longer have to be so mad.
Will you mourn me?
Will you apologize for all you've done? If you do I'm sorry dear, but your apologies are next to none.
My hands shook uncontrollably as I gripped the pen harshly in my hold. I could feel the traitorous tear that slip out my eye and I sucked in a shaky breath trying to control my emotions.
I finally dropped the pen softly onto the page hearing the audible impact and shut my journal rolling over onto my side, placing it in my half opened drawer beside me.
I said a small thankful prayer to God and switch off my night light shuffling under the covers comfortably, awaiting sleep.
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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
I heard this constant rhythm of what sounded like an object hitting against my bedroom window. The noise was clear and it successfully forced me out of bed in my half awaken state. I sauntered over to the window and looked through rubbing my eyes feverishly, trying to stifle a yawn. My eyes bulged as they took in the sight of the figure below my bedroom window.
I quickly slid my window open and my thought of hallucinating was pushed aside as I indeed saw him.
"Alex?" I whisper-yelled and shivered as the cold night wind blew in my face.
Alex who was looking down at the grass with a wondering expression whipped his head up and a lazy smile spreaded across his face as he gazed at me. I frowned.
"Carrie," He sighed and I looked at him weirdly. This was the first time he called me by my first name and he had an undistinguished look painted onto his face.
I opened my mouth to speak but he continued on.
"Carrie, oh Carrie let down your hair!" He shouted loudly into the night, his voice projecting all around in echos. I flinched at his volume.
"Um, Alex are you okay?" I rushed and watched him with my eyebrows scrunched up as he swayed from side to side carelessly.
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" He said kneeling on one knees and at that moment I noticed his flushed face and bloodshot eyes.
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"Alex..." I began hesitantly. "Are you drunk?" I questioned.
He bit his lip jumping onto his two feet and I couldn't deny how exceptionally cute he looked doing the action and especially when he nodded his head swiftly like a little child.
I sighed running a hand through my hair. He was intoxicated. Great, just great.
He opened his mouth continuing. "It is the east and you Carrie is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief. That thou her maid art far more fair than she."
"You are seriously not quoting Romeo and Juliet right now." I whispered in disbelief as I took note of the words that spilled out his mouth. An involuntary giggle slipped out of my mouth as he began singing something I never thought he would, not even know in general.
"Do you wanna build a snowman? C'mon let's go and play!..." He pranced around in his jeans and I couldn't fathom why he would ever attempt doing the splits like he did and obviously failed at in them.
"Alex, shh! You're gonna wake my family up." I hissed, looking all around keenly.
He chuckled and smiled broadly causing me to stop and stare at it. He was really something. "I'll be quiet on one condition." He said his smile wiped away and I was now focused on his somewhat serious eyes, even all red and bloodshot they looked amazing as ever.
"What is that?" I asked with curiosity.
"You let me in."
"What?" I sputtered.
"Let me up into your room." He repeated.
"Alex I don't think-"
"Please let me innn!!! We only have-"
"Fine! Fine! Fine!" I interrupted willing to do anything for Leona to not wake up and discover a drunken boy outside the house who was here for me.
He smiled once again as if he had won a trophy and advanced forward eyeing the height of my window pane.
My room was fairly high up but there was also a ladder that was attached to the wall and placed there sturdily in case of any construction that was to be done in the mere future. It wouldn't have been a hard task for normal Alex to have climbed this but with a swaying one I wasn't so sure it was such a good idea.
"Can you manage to climb up without falling?" I asked.
He looked up at me and then to the plain white ladder a frown etched onto his face. He looked like he was weighing his options until finally he nodded.
"I got this."
I watched carefully as he swung his hands upwards and got a grip onto a step of the ladder. He placed on of his feet onto a step a couple spaces downwards and swung his body up successfully getting his entire body onto the simple machine.
"See? Easy as ABC." He said looking up at me and I let out a breath as I saw he held his own.
"Great," I mumbled. "Now just continue up." I ordered still uneasy as I saw him sway a bit to the right. He nodded and began taking meticulous steps reaching closer and closer towards my window and I couldn't fight off the thought of how cliché the scene was. With the exception of the guy who was imitating Romeo to be completed wasted. I sighed as I looked at his face that was contorted in an expression of concentration, that's Alex for you, not the typical Romeo.
I was drawn out of my thoughts as I heard him let out a grunt and I snapped my eyes down quickly to see that one of his feet had slipped off and he hung loosely to the side, only one hand keeping his balance.
