For Forever ~Lams YouTube AU~

Chapter 13

Alex pov~

I sat on my bed staring at my phone, the screen of which had gone dark a while ago. Ducky was curled up next to me, fast asleep.

"Well." I said to no one, breaking the silence that lingered in my apparentement. "I'm going to take a shower."

I got up and walking into the bathroom, putting my phone in my pocket because I didn't want to miss anything. It had been maybe 12 hours (?) And I hadn't changed out of my clothes or done anything productive like sleeping, feeding myself, or getting work done.

I walked into the bathroom and stared at my disheveled réflexion which looked indescribably regretful, sad, tired, and a bit fed up. That practically summed up my mood so it seemed like the mirror was in complete working order. I turned around and stared at the shower for a bit, mustering the motivation to get undressed and go turn it on.

I finally pulled off my jacket and set it aside. I heard a thud and remembered that my phone was in there, so I shot it a look to make sure it hadn't soundlessly exploded. My phone had not exploded, but I noticed a scrap of paper that I didn't remember having in there. I reached over and grabbed it, unfolding it and reading what was written.

Text me
*** *** ***
-Maria

I sighed and threw the paper aside, picking up my phone and turning on music, then stepping under the shower.

—~•~—

I sat on my bed, reconsidering my life choices for the umpteenth time today, and trying to figure out how I could fix my poor life choices.

There was no point talking to Angelica or her sisters, they'd never believe me. I couldn't really talk to Lafayette either, I'm new and he wouldn't trust me over one of his old friends. And John would certainly not want to hear from me. I'd tried talking to Evan, but that didn't go all too well.

I hissed and buried my face in my pillow.

HOW CAN I FIX THIS?

I rolled over and Ducky came to sit on my stomach, giving me with a disapproving look. It might not be disapproving, but I was in a pretty bad mood so I was convinced he was also judging me.

Who was there?

Who could confirm that I did nothing wrong?

Did I do something wrong?

Yes you did.

When did I ask your opinion?

I'm in your thoughts, my opinion is imprinted in your brain.

Fair enough. (The amount of times I've had this conversation with the voice in my head...)

I know. Now get back to freaking out.

You're no help.

I leaned back into my pillows, deciding I was insane.

What do I do?

What do I do?

What do I do?

Who can prove me innocent?