Image is of Mark
*Marks pov*
"You stupid little faggot get me a fucking beer" my mom drunkenly screamed. I grimaced. I slowly stood my ribs hurting after my dad pushed me down the stairs earlier. "If you don't hurry up I'm going to kill you" I rushed at hearing that. I grabbed a can of Budweiser and handed to my mom who then promptly slapped me so hard I fell. I picked myself up and scurried away. I slowly picked out my clothes and laid them by my shoes before climbing into bed and going to sleep wishing for hell...... It had to be better than this.
Awe my Marky.. The worst is yet to come.
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Wish I Could Change
RomanceNo one cared That was obvious I was ghost to everyone except my tortures the ones who prove me right Mark is a 5 foot, 16 year old who self harms to escape the unemotional world he lives in. He's gay and crushes on his bully but when tragedy strike...
