I Knew You Were Trouble (masterpost) (Chapter 9)
Title: I Knew You Were Trouble
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth(JALEX)
POV>: 3rd
Summary: I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And, the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I am ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me. I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
Warning: non-con smut. highschool!AU. smut. age difference. rape
Disclaimer: MATT FLYZIK IS MINE SO YOU CAN ALL F*CK OFF :)) Lol kidding. This story is just as fake as Nicki Minaj's butt. Ew.
Title Cred: I Knew You Were Trouble -- Taylor Swift
Summary Cred: Intro of I Knew You Were Trouble MTV <3 You guys should watch it.
YES I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT. JUDGE ME. XD
"Leave. Alex. I need you to leave. Just get the hell outta here!" Jack yelled at me, his eyes weren't of anger, but something I couldn't quite comprehend.
"Fine! You fucking asshole! I thought you were different. You were just like everyone else! Rot in hell douchebag!"
After that, my thoughts and vision was cloudy. I thought i almost hit the wall on my way to my apartment.
That's it. He's the only person I opened up myself to, probably he's the last, and he leaves me hanging. Leaves me clueless as to what I'm gonna do next. I don't think I'm going to be able to go to school after this.
To face him again and remember the incidents that has happened. I couldn't even bear it.
As I open my door, I slammed it shut and leaned against it. Just crying my eyes out because of nothing. My head started to spin and ache.
I couldn't even breathe anymore.
Out of frustration and the feeling that i have been betrayed. My feet and legs stood up for myself, and the next thing I know was I was sat on the bathroom floor, holding a bottle of Jack and my razors.
I'm home.
The next scene was just painful to even look at, the cuts were too deep and I might even accidentally poured whiskey on my open wounds. A scene of painful howling and sobbing. The next part was unbelievably true, I held the razors just at the pulse point of my neck. Slowly, and hesitantly pushing the point on it. I could almost feel the skin breaking.
Satisfaction. This is what it is. An achievement. I'm finally dying.
Just as I was sure it was buried inside, I dragged it across my neck, the unexplainable sound of skin breaking was enough to make me smile to myself.
The blood seeping uncontrollably from the fresh wound, blood forcing its way out of me. There's no turning back.
This is what I wanted right? Death was what I wished.
There was no pain only heartache. The alcohol numbing my body from everything. Every pain I inflict on myself.
I was shaking, I did it again, dragging the blood-stained metal across the same open wound, only this time, harder.
And then there was it. The blood squirting from my pulse point. And this time, I felt it. I felt the pain. I felt like dying. I felt the heartache.
No one would even find me here.
Not even Jack will care enough to come here. Not that he did care. No one ever did.
Black. That was all I could see, before I died with a smile.
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Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth(JALEX)
POV>: 3rd
Summary: I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And, the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I am ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me. I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
Warning: non-con smut. highschool!AU. smut. age difference. rape
Disclaimer: MATT FLYZIK IS MINE SO YOU CAN ALL F*CK OFF :)) Lol kidding. This story is just as fake as Nicki Minaj's butt. Ew.
Title Cred: I Knew You Were Trouble -- Taylor Swift
Summary Cred: Intro of I Knew You Were Trouble MTV <3 You guys should watch it.
YES I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT. JUDGE ME. XD
"Leave. Alex. I need you to leave. Just get the hell outta here!" Jack yelled at me, his eyes weren't of anger, but something I couldn't quite comprehend.
"Fine! You fucking asshole! I thought you were different. You were just like everyone else! Rot in hell douchebag!"
After that, my thoughts and vision was cloudy. I thought i almost hit the wall on my way to my apartment.
That's it. He's the only person I opened up myself to, probably he's the last, and he leaves me hanging. Leaves me clueless as to what I'm gonna do next. I don't think I'm going to be able to go to school after this.
To face him again and remember the incidents that has happened. I couldn't even bear it.
As I open my door, I slammed it shut and leaned against it. Just crying my eyes out because of nothing. My head started to spin and ache.
I couldn't even breathe anymore.
Out of frustration and the feeling that i have been betrayed. My feet and legs stood up for myself, and the next thing I know was I was sat on the bathroom floor, holding a bottle of Jack and my razors.
I'm home.
The next scene was just painful to even look at, the cuts were too deep and I might even accidentally poured whiskey on my open wounds. A scene of painful howling and sobbing. The next part was unbelievably true, I held the razors just at the pulse point of my neck. Slowly, and hesitantly pushing the point on it. I could almost feel the skin breaking.
Satisfaction. This is what it is. An achievement. I'm finally dying.
Just as I was sure it was buried inside, I dragged it across my neck, the unexplainable sound of skin breaking was enough to make me smile to myself.
The blood seeping uncontrollably from the fresh wound, blood forcing its way out of me. There's no turning back.
This is what I wanted right? Death was what I wished.
There was no pain only heartache. The alcohol numbing my body from everything. Every pain I inflict on myself.
I was shaking, I did it again, dragging the blood-stained metal across the same open wound, only this time, harder.
And then there was it. The blood squirting from my pulse point. And this time, I felt it. I felt the pain. I felt like dying. I felt the heartache.
No one would even find me here.
Not even Jack will care enough to come here. Not that he did care. No one ever did.
Black. That was all I could see, before I died with a smile.
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