falling over again

Intermission

3rd pov

A pause. Mark's ears were ringing. Blood was everywhere. They all laid in a big pile of desperation, hoping every single one of them would survive. Jack was still breathing, but he was coughing up blood....it was all in slow motion. Mark looked over at Marzia who was screaming and covering up her ears, which had blood trickling down the side of her face. A person was shaking her and screaming at her to calm down and telling her she was alright. Felix? Mark tiredly thought. He was bruised and beaten and currently was trying to keep himself from breaking down. Mark looked at the body that had flopped down next to me when he tried to go to jack's aid.

Holy shit.

His heart stopped as he seen the familiar face. (Y/n) was the most beaten. Her hair was messily chopped off up to her shoulders, and it looked like someone forcefully cut it. She was unconscious. He snatched her wrist and checked for a pulse, panicking...it was there but very weak. He couldn't think at this point. He couldn't think about how his best friend had just been shot and is dieing, or how Marzia was having a panic  attack and might have just literally burst her eardrums, and He couldn't think about (y/n) who was struggling to stay alive in his arms, no... His mind was blank but his eyes were the opposite. He tried to make noise but all he did was make a weird chocked up noise. He heard footsteps approach his pathetic group.

"Well hello Mark, I suppose this is sooner than I planned on seeing you. But oh well" Aimee's voice spoke up. He didn't look up at her...not for the fact that He didn't want to, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't know who to look at...so currently his gaze was caught on the concrete floor. After a few seconds of no noise except Marzia's half sobbing/half screaming and jacks gasps of air, a loud and annoyed sigh filled the silence.
Mark's glare at the nothingness was torn away when two fingers were placed under his chin and made his head move up so he was met with two light green eyes. Aimee smiled and looked at Jack. Suddenly someone else approached Aimee's side and Mark seen a gun in the persons hand.

"We should get out of here aim" A male voice spoke up and looked around to make sure no one was around.

"Mark is in a state of shock at the moment, you pick up (y/n) and it should be no work at all to keep Mark with us, but as for the others we will leave them here..its someone else's mess now" Aimee said and Mark just now noticed the dark tone in her voice. (Y/n) was lifted off the ground quickly and Mark blinked a few times before deciding to stand up and follow them. Aimee smiled. She knew she had him wrapped around her finger. He knew it too. As they rushed away from the scene Mark looked back at his friends. Marzia had calmed down and was now not screaming and only sobbing, although the blood coming down the sides of her faces from her ears was still clear. Felix was now hovering over Jack, pressing two hands onto his stomach in a desperate attempt to stop the blood. No...

This couldn't be the end of the story. Mark didn't know what to do. Would (y/n) die in front of him? Would HE die all because he loved (y/n) over Aimee? He hoped not. Police sirens came from a street away and Aimee cursed under her breath.

"Let's go! Quickly, we will get them in the car and go to your place, Jacob" Aimee said to the other guy and marks arm was harshly tugged on making him look away from the scene. Mark felt his stomach turn as he was stuffed into the back seat of a truck. He turned his head and threw up out of the open door of the truck.

"Aw that's fücking gross! It got on my shoes!" 'Jacob' said and slammed the door shut. Mark felt his body go numb and he suddenly felt very tired. Before he knew it everything went black. He wasn't asleep, he hadn't fainted, he just closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Mark couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. Mark had a headache worse than any headache he had ever had before. He heard the two in the front seat speeding of down the road and yelling at each other for some stupid reason. He didn't know where they were going or why they were doing this. Suddenly as if things couldn't get worse for the poor guy his head started filling with thoughts like
'What if the police show up to late and Jack is dead?'
And
'What if I caused Marzia to go insane or something?'

He was terrified beyond belief and it was all his fault. He shouldn't have ever came into (y/n)'s life. He ruined her life all because he fell in love with her at first glance. He took full responsibility now. Mark had no idea what was going to happen at this point. But one thing Mark DID know is that nothing, NOTHING, would happen to (y/n)....right?
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IM BACK BABY! And you all waited months (MONTHS?! IM SO SORRY) for this stupid gross chapter ugh I suck at writing. Anyways I had this in my draft for a long time but I hope you forgive me and understand my writing is a tiny bit different (nothing changed just hopefully better writing) anyways I hope you guys didn't forget about this story but yeah I'm back !

When Mark awoke he was sat on a chair with ropes tied on his wrist and feet. He looked from side to side and seen he was in a basement. (Y/n) was still unconscious and She laid uncomfortably on the floor. He noticed it was very dark, other than some light coming from a broken boarded up window. He noticed this window and seen broken glass just below it. Why was it broken ? He heard footsteps off in the distance and took a moment to wake himself up.

"Well Mark, its about time you woke up! We have much to discuss, no?"Aimee said as soon as she walked through the door into the place they were holding him captive. He didn't say anything...He knew the shock from the whole experience was stuck in his head.