Broken (Edited edition)

Black Out

The next morning, I wake up with Mark's arms around me.  He's keep me really warm, and I'm very happy he's here with me.  I turn around in his arms, so I'm facing his chest.  I cuddle close to him, and stay there for as long as I can.  Him being so close to me is the only good thing about this event.  I'm able to sleep in the same bed as him, and not be alone for the entire night.  He moves a bit, and I put my arm around his side."  Lyca?  You up?"  He whispers, and I look up at him.  He smiles at me, and brushes his fingers through my hair."  You hungry?"  He asks, and I shrug."  I guess."  I say, and we both get out of bed.  Once our bodies stop touching, I get cold again.

We walk into the kitchen together, where there is very few items for breakfast.  A hand full of cereal, a banana, raisin bagels, and some oatmeal."  Well, we can't go anywhere."  He says, and I nod."  We could make some banana oatmeal, and layer it onto the raisin bagels."  I say, and Mark smiles at me."  You're very smart about things."  He says, and I blush hard."  How about you go wake up the others, and I'll start on breakfast."  He says, and I nod.  I walk into Danny's bedroom, and I see a lump on the bed.  I walk over to the bed, and I start to nudge him.  He groans, and moves under the blankets.  I nudge him again."  Barry!  I'm not getting out of..."  He turns to look at me, and stops."  Oh, Lyca.  Sorry Angel, I thought it was Barry.  What's the matter?"  He asks, and I look over at the kitchen."  Mark wanted me to wake you and Barry up."  I tell him, and he rolls his eyes."  Okay sweetheart, give me a few minutes."  He says, and I nod.  I walk into Barry's room, to see he's already awake."  Oh, hey Lyca.  Did you just wake up?"  He asks.

I shake my head, and he smiles."  Mark's making breakfast."  I tell him, and he smiles."  Okay, I'll be out there in a bit."  He says, and I leave his room as well.  Mark is already down with the oatmeal, and is toasting the bagels now."  Are they up?"  He asks, and I nod."  They are just waking up a little bit before getting out of bed."  I tell him, and he nods."  Okay, well you want to help set the table?"  He asks, and I nod.  He gets the plates from the cupboards, and hands them to me.  I put the plates on the table, and put forks near them as well.  Mark fills glasses of milk, and I set them on the table.  Danny and Barry come out of their rooms, and sit down at the table.  Mark sets the food in front of them, and I get in my chair."  Wow, didn't think this was what you were making."  Danny says, and Mark shrugs."  It was Lyca's idea."  He says, and Danny smiles at me."  This is very creative Lyca."  He says, and I smile."  Thank you."  I tell him, and he smiles at me.

We eat slowly, because we are all dreading today.  I have to stay here with Mark, and the others are going to work like normal.  We are too scared to talk about it, so we're just silent."  Hey, I'm going to bring home dinner tonight, maybe some Chinese food."  Danny says, and I smile at him."  That sounds delicious."  I tell him, and he smiles at me."  Okay, we need to go get dressed."  Danny says to Barry, and  he nods while wiping his mouth.  They put their dishes in the sink, and go to their rooms.  Mark and I sit there in silence, and I rub my face a little bit."  It's just for a few days."  He says for the third time, and I glare down at the table."  Yeah, like I've never hear that before."  I say before getting off my chair.  Mark's silent as I go into the bathroom, and shut the door.  I pull off my shirt, and stare at my scars.  They run up and down my arms and legs, down my spin.  Burns ride up and down my sides, and a few on my stomach.    I run my fingers over my stomach, across some scars that are horizontal on my stomach.  Each scar has a story, each one runs across my mind as I look at myself.

Someone knocks on the bathroom door, and I quickly put my shirt back on.  I open the door, and see Mark standing there."  You okay?"  He asks, and I shrug."  What did you mean by what you said at the table?"  He asks as we walk over to the couch-bed."  That's what my Mother said when she sent me over to my Brother's house, and it's been two years."  I say, and Mark gives me a sad look."  I'm sorry."