I was in an all black room. There was a huge TV screen in front of me. Suddenly, a cold, icy voice spoke.
"You two are so...cute. But will it last? Can you really trust him?"
"SHUT UP!" I screamed, but no sound came out.
"Awww, tsk tsk. Didn't your mommy teach you manners before she died?"
The voice laughed coldly.
"SHUT UP!" I tried to scream again.
"It would be a shame if something were to...happen, don't you think? To Danny or Julian or Tom...or Rob?"
Their images flashed on the screen. Every picture accompanied me with them.
"You can't hurt them!" I tried to yell.
"Oh darling, I won't hurt them."
I exhaled deeply.
"I'll kill them. Isn't that what I do, isn't that who I am? I took away your family from you, Alex. And I can do the same for Rob, Tom, Julian, and Danny. They're just a bunch of football players after all, why do you care about them so affectionately?"
"No!" I yelled.
"Yes, honey. I take away peoples' futures, I leave their families distraught. All because of who I am. Can you guess who I am? C'mon. I know you know."
I didn't answer, because I was afraid. I knew, but I was afraid.
His arms went protectively around my waist.
"Alex, what's wrong?" he asked sleepily.
"I don't wanna talk," I whispered.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I just want to stay like this and not say another word. About Julian, about football, about Bibi Jones, about us. Nothing. I just want to stay like this."
His warm body pressed against my back. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, calming myself down. I didn't want to speak. I just wanted the reassurance that he was still here, and would always be here. I wanted the reassurance that I wouldn't be alone. Because Rob was the reason I was alive. He was the reason I hadn't committed suicide the first two times. He was the reason I stayed strong. He was the reason I was who I was. All I wanted was the reassurance that I'd always have him.
"I love you Rob," I whispered. I fell asleep again, and when I woke up again, I started swearing. I ran into the shower, showered quickly, then hopped out and dried off. I put on a pair of sweats and a tank top, then my running shoes.
"ROB!" I screamed. "WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR PRACTICE!" I chucked a pillow at a mass under the blankets.
"What?" he groaned.
He got up and I rolled my eyes at him.
He showered quickly too, and we absolutely floored it to Gillette.
We got there, and no one was there.
"Alex," Rob sighed. "There's not practice today, is there?"