Jefferson pov

This was it.

After all that hard work, i did it. I made him.

My dear alexander will be alive again...

I pressed the power on button after filling him with gasoline. You see, my dear alex was suicidal. He shot himself. Said the voices in his head were not leaving him alone...

So i made him into a robot.

But way before i made him, i myself was not doing at all ok. I was crazy without him. I would often talk to him saying "alex dear could ya please hand me my-" and then realize he was not there.... And i would cry. I bought a 100 dollar bottle champagne to ease my thoughts of him somewhat.  But i ended up pouring it down the fucking drain.

Just becuase it would bring back memories.... Of him....

I couldn't even step foot out of my house, without someone bringing up my beloveds death. They were all assholes anyway. I sat on the train once, and someone was whispering about me.

"You shouldn't waste your pretty face" they said.

Back to now.

I powerd on my alexander. He slowly came on. He had short red hair, and his eyes were blue. "Hello my dear." I say smiling at him.

He looks at me with wide eyes. His face had alittle bit of freakles on them too. He was so cute.

"Hello.. Who might you be?" He asked me. "I am Thomas Jefferson. Your creator" i answer him. He tilts his head at me then smiles.

"You are my creator?" He asked me. I nodded my head.

My heart is gold and my hands are, cold.

*time skip 3 weeks later*

Alex pov

Im not alive. Im not even real. I've been having these weird flashbacks for weeks now... Like i was another person at one time. In another life.

You can't wake up! This is not a dream! Your part of a machine you are not a human being. With your face all made up, living on a screen. Low on self esteem so you run on gasoline.

I fall to my knees clutching my head.

It all makes sense now... I was alive at one point... Wait. Where is Jefferson at?

BANG!

I jump at the sudden noise. What was that?! I run into his room and my eyes go wide at the sight i just saw.

He's dead.

Tears flow down my face as i pick him up bridal style. Blood was all over the floor, and was running down from his head.

Are you strange like me? Been in pain like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers cuz' you'll never take the blame like me....

I will always remember you creator....