As the pages turn

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"Another boring day at the hospital." groaned Ben

"Oh shut up!" I said rolling my eyes at him

"Easy for you to say, you actually like to be here"

It's true I liked reading to the patients at oakville hospital. There is just something about being the reason someone smiles that means the world to me , all of that is great but my favorite people to read to are the ones in comas. Sounds creepy but they are always so peaceful in their own little world and they never complain about which book I'm reading or how I'm reading it.

"Room 329 that's your stop." I said quickly switching the subject.

"I hate community work."he muttered

"I was surprised community service was the only thing missing for you to graduate." 

"Ha ha ha, very funny Mark." He sarcastically replied while walking into the room.

My day went on slowly until I finally reached my last stop with time to spare.

"Room 351 , Jane Doe" I said to myself as I rolled my wagon into the room feeling happy not only because I was almost finished but because I got to read whatever I want because she was comatose.     "So miss Jane Doe, I wonder what your real name is..... This is kinda stupid because I know you can't hear me but I like to talk out loud so I guess you will just have to put up with my talking for the next hour or so." I got no response "just as I thought..." I began to read Edgar Allen Poe because they don't allow anyone to read it around children and most elderly people didn't like it either so this was one of my only chances to read the great works of Poe . Time flew as I read story after story, from the tell-tale heart to the red masquerade and everything inbetween . I lowered the book into my lap just as Ben walked into the room gasping for air.

"Ran. everywhere. looking. for. you." He finally started to speak "Its been an hour since we were supposed to leave what's your excuse going to be this time?"

"Aw damn..."I whisped as I shot out of my chair grabbing my stuff and running out the door. I was worried about getting home on time the reason for that being I didnt have the best relationship with my parents, yeah let's leave it at that.

           ~ BEN POV~

I watched as mark darted out of the hospital doors and down the street. 

"Poor kid is probably going to end up with a black eye." I shook my head. I was the only one who knew about Mark and his parents and well honestly I wanted to adopt the poor kid. My parents  would be fine with it like most things I try as long as I am safe and not hurting anyone else I am free to try mostly anything and they are always right there besides me encouraging me. I really felt for Mark and having to deal with stuff like he does.

~MARK POV~

I climbed into my window and quickly changed into my pajamas before jumping into my bed.

Four,three,two... "WHERE IS THAT WORTHLESS IDIOT YOU CALL A SON!!" I was as still as possible as my father opened the door and walked over to my bed. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to his "where is that Edgar Allen Poe book?" He growled smelling of whiskey. My eyes widened as I remebered leaving the book next to the hospital bed.

"Did you lose it?" He asked sounding dangerously calm and before I could say anything his fist had already made impact on my face leaving me to stay in fetal position in the dark until morning. That morning I woke up to my sister touching my face with a brush. "What are you doing?" "I came back from college for a week to see you, here sit still you'll smudge the makeup."I looked at a mirror and gasped at what I saw or better yet what I didn't see . She had covered up my bruise with her makeup so I wouldn't have to explain to people how I got it by " falling" and hitting my face on a "chair".

"Thanks" I touched where the bruise should be but she quickly swatted my hand away "let it dry and here, keep my makeup I have enough." I thanked her again and we went our separate ways.