To rebuild our home

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Jon's POV

I stared at myself for a while and was wondering why I was still existing and how it was possible for a person like myself to change so quickly from what I was to what I became. I was happy, glad to be alive and even though times were rough sometimes and Eduardo was yelling at me back then I got over it, because I still thought that he was my friend. I always liked him, but I guess that he never liked me back. It took a while to realize how much he despises me and maybe this was the reason for my change.

I lost my happiness and my will to live. I lost my purpose in life if there ever was one to begin with. I let out a sigh and stepped away from the Mirror to get out the gauzes and wrap them around my arms, before I have put on another blue long sleeved shirt that I had carried with me into the bathroom. I had a pair of dark blue pants already on so the only thing that I needed to put on was the shirt so that I wouldn't get a cold from wearing the wet clothes.

I didn't cared if I would get sick, but I just followed Mark's order since I didn't wanted to anger him. He seems to care about me more than he did before the incident with the missle and somehow seemed to get even more concerned with me after the situation with Eduardo. Still I can't believe that his concern is genuine. Why would he care about me? I don't even care about myself anymore, so why would he.

Finally I returned back to my room and stayed there for an hour or so while looking at the ceiling before Mark knocked at my door and called me to come downstairs to eat something. I was hungry from all the walking, but I didn't wanted to eat anything. I rejected Mark's offer to eat something by telling him simply that I wasn't hungry. Mark wasn't satisfied with this response and told me to unlock the door of my room.

I did what he said and instantly saw how confused and concerned he seemed to be about me. "Jon, please tell me what is wrong with you. Why are you acting this way? I already told you, Eduardo can be stubborn and act like a madman, but he actually likes you and cares about you. He probably isn't even angry at you anymore, you don't need to avoid him completely or starve yourself because of him." He calmly explained to me but I noticed that he desperately wanted to figure out what my behavior was all about.

"It's not because of Eduardo, it's just that I am not hungry." I responded. I hated lying but what else was I supposed to do? Mark let out a sigh, thought about what he should say next and finally spoke up again. "Look, I am going to bring you a plate with food. If you eat it that would be great, if not then this is also fine with me. Just so you know we care about you and want you to maintain your health and in order to do so you have to eat or at least try to take a few bites." He said in a matter of fact way and went downstairs, not even waiting for a response from me.

Mark's POV

Jon is behaving stranger and stranger as the days went by. Firstly he skipped meals like he wanted to do now and today he was gone for six hours. I should have followed him, but I didn't. Well at least nothing bad happened to him while he was gone for so long. But somehow I have a feeling that there is something else behind this story. He seems to hide something and also he is lying to me more frequently. He thinks that I wouldn't notice this but I do notice whether he is lying to me or not.

I was now in the kitchen preparing the plate for Jon and taking some silverware before I was on my way upstairs again. Eduardo sat there on the kitchen table staring at me confused. "Ey Mark, where are you taking this plate?" He asked me.