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John Might Care.

Summary:

Alice has been struggling on her own for a while, even attempting to end her life. She needs John, that's why she goes to see him.

Notes:

Set between Series 2 & 3, where Alice escaped the women's mental hospital and it referencing her self-harm which is also talked about in series 2 episode 1. This is also a bit of a vent for me, if u feel like Alice, PLEASE get help and talk to people about how you feel xx

Also apologise if this is bad, I didn't pass English language gcse and It's a vent so🫠

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"Ah- shit-"

Alice grumbles as she stares up the stairs of John Luther's apartment block. She has a sprained leg, a bleeding shoulder and she's got a loosely tied bandage on her left arm. The lift is broken as well. Her hair is a mess, she's feeling awful. Everything is worse when you feel like nobody actually likes you. I mean, who even does like her? She's a psychotic killer for God's sake. Nobody would even care, maybe that's why she tried to end it. But John might care. She gasps for air as she slowly climbs the stairs up to his shabby apartment.  She barely makes it up the stairs, coughing. She knocks on the door, loudly. It's the middle of the night. The door slowly swings open.

"Alice?" John asks, squinting.

"Let me in, John." She musters up the courage to say in a confident-enough tone.

He opens the door wide enough for her to slump through. He stares at the sight of her. She looks awfully depressive.

"What happened to you?" He asks, shocked.

"Got sad and attempted." She mumbles in a sarcastic tone, sittings down on the sofa, breathing heavily.

"Attempted what? Suicide?" He asks, in shock.

She gives him a well done! You got it right look, lathered in sarcasm.

"You bloody idiot. How did you try?" He quizzes, masking his obvious concern.

"Erm.." She squints, "tried to bleed to death." She mumbles.

"You what!?" He raises his voice in pure horror and concern. He grabs her bandaged wrist and opens up the losely wrapped tissue paper and sees a still-bleeding, deep and long cut on her left wrist.

"Ow- watch it!" She yelps in response, wincing. She did it with a razor. She thought it would make her feel better but all she feels is pathetic.

"Alice, you just got out of that bloody pychward, where you tried to cut yourself multiple times!" He yells, which makes her flinch.

"I know." She grumbles in response, "no need to make me feel worse about it." Alice folds her other arm as he inspects the wound. Suddenly, he sits next to her, wrapping a new bandage around her arm and holding her. Comforting her. That's when she breaks and cries onto him, she needs him in this time.