Broken (Edited edition)

Packing/plane ride

The next morning Mark is still holding onto me tightly, and has his head between my shoulder blades.  I move my hand behind me, and I'm just barely able to touch his hair.  I move my fingers through his hair, and he mumbles something."  What?"  I ask."  I said I don't want to get out of bed."  He mumbles again a little bit louder."  Well, I have to get out of bed."  I say, and try to get out of his arms."  Noooo."  He moaned and hugs me tighter."  Mark, I have to make breakfast."  I say, and pulls me on top of him."  No, just stay in bed with me."  He says.  I roll my eyes, and lay there. He lets lay next to him, and I just look at him. His eyes are stunning up close. That deep brown that reminds me of chocolate mixed caramel. My eyes, if I look at them in the bathroom, they remind me of muddy pools of water. The brown mud in the middle, with that pale blue on the outside.

"  Please let me get up."  I say, and pull his arms off of me.  I get out of bed, and he just looks at me from the bed."  It was just dream, it can't hurt you now."  I tell him, and he looks down."  It just scared me a whole lot more then it should have. The way he spoke to you, the way  I couldn't stop him."  He says, and I sit back down on the bed."  Can I tell you something?" I ask him, and he sits up a bit." When I was about four or five, I spent the night at my grandparents house. They're really nice, well my grandma is. My grandpa died when I was six. But when I went over there, it was incredible. I had the bedroom across the hall from theirs, and we had an amazing night. We made hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows, sat on the couch with blankets around all of us, and watch an old movie from grandmas childhood. It was like a crime movie." I say, and smile." You have to understand that not everything was torture, some were actually happy." I say.

He smiles at me with so much warmth, and it makes me feel warmth inside myself. He leans into my shoulder as he sits up a little bit more, and I hug him around the neck." How about I make us a special breakfast." Mark asks, and I nod." That would be great." I tell him, and he gets up." You worry on getting your clothes packed up. I'll call you down when breakfast is done." He says, and leaves the room. I pull the huge suit case onto my bed, actually I try to. It's so fucking heavy! I'm not kidding it's probable the same weight as a fat toddler. I use all of my strength, and pull it up onto the bed finally. I take in deep breathes, and lean against the case. I unzip it, and start pulling clothes off my racks. I pull down jackets, hoodies, jeans, shorts, beanies, sweatpants, and other clothes.

I put some books in there as well, and find out I have a huge space still to fill. I take a pillow from my bed, and stuff it into my suitcase. I still have space, and I run into Mark's room." Lyca? What are you doing up there?" Mark yells up the stairs." Nothing." I say, and open his closet. I take one of his flannels, his red one. I run into my room, and place it in my suitcase. I zip it up, and go get a carry on. I fill the bag with my lion stuffed animal, my chapter book, my art book, and some pencils." Lyca, breakfast!" Mark says, and I run down the stairs. There are two bowls on the counter, and I climb up onto my chair. It's eggs with maple syrup." What the hell?" I mumble, and Mark sits down next to me." I'm getting you use to sweet things, this is mild maple syrup. Not that sweet, but not plain." He says, and digs in. I take a bit of eggs, and just feel that syrup in my mouth. I make a face, and spit it into my napkin." You didn't even try it." He says, and I look over at him." Yes I did, it tastes disgusting to me."

"Hey, what were you doing in my room?" He asks, and I shrug." I don't know what you're talking about." I say, and he gives me a look." Lyca?" He says, and I get off my stool." You'll just have to wait, didn't you need to buy somethings today?" I ask, and he nods." Yeah, you want to come with me?" He asks, and I nod." Sure, when are you going to start packing?" I ask, and Mark's eyes go wide." Oh yeah, I have to do that." He says." I can do it if you want." I say, and he looks at me." Really? Packing underwear and other clothes of mine?" He asks, and I shrug." I've done it before." I say, and he looks confused." When?"